I take another piece of sheet
and pour the blood on them
trying to remember good things
and sketch our memories on empty white canvas.
Trying to figure out
what’s wrong with the last good bye
because since then
we lost our connection.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2026 02:14
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This has vague feelings of familiarity that touch down deep. Nicely stated in poetic form
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