Hey listen,
I can’t hear you!
Hey look,
What?
Those lights are pretty, aren’t they?
As if some havoc is written over them,
As if they crave for the touch of that solemn surge of souls again,
Don’t they?
Hmm,
Seems so,

Hey, look what I made,
Off these broken shards of dried flakes of my soul,
Hmm,
Pretty!
Thanks!

Hey, look I am shivering,
Maybe I’ve overdosed, on the fumes of my self loathing leftovers,

You alright?
I will be!
Hmm…

Hey,

Hmm,

What’s wrong?

Nothing,
Just you!!

Ohh!

Anyway,
Hey,
Look what I made again!

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