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Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes
closed so that I could keep the glimpse of
happiness I once had
I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in
my dreams living, it is way better than
reality

Drastically the errors of Grammer drained
the kilos even the miles can never catch up
For a while its a dose of repeated different
episodes one more effective than the others

Space and time depict void in between.
All that is left its an old clock hinges
clanging like bells for a wedding
The difference it's the direction of angles
underneath the challenges around the orbit
of the heart not as whole entirely holy
supposedly

Your smile, your smell, your kisses, your
touch, the thickness of your eye rase
bashed by the pellet of your stare, your soft
lips landing against the little time we always
have
It spares the weak leak that is fuming to
explode

The fishing wreck its full deeply without the
jointment of the specific goldfish for luck
The journey to the end smells near when
its felt by fear

The anxiety of waking up shivers my body
as the pillar of pills I dose to live deuterates
the life span I'll have to drag for the rest of
my life ...

As long as I'm awake the loudness of
emptiness can never reap the times of test
how I'm fading away from seeing myself

through your eyes

I
No
longer reflecting in the infatuation of your
eyes...

Ashleigh Ngoqo

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