In tryst of silent footsteps, crumbs lead a blood hound,
In revisited galleries, no longer heard are the wails my dreams once-
Shrieked a nigh to & heard across was I where furlongs.!
In regrets that are now no longer existent,
I lived a belief, sanctorum of dead-alive, though in strays..
Broken perception mends the puzzle of gyrate past,
I am sick of pretence..
Of charades & being astounded aghast,
I haunt a smile…& u dare rekindle the dwelled fragmented past!
Rich I am, just the heart stays in a floored-earthed into dark,
Find me a way home,
Give me along-exchange me for someone close to that was once your ark!
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