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It’s a black wall.
Both sides feel like illusions.
You mask my confusion,
With a kiss,
That feels like a fist,
I fall.

What hurts worse?
The sting of the phone that doesn’t ring,
Or the disappointment of the number when it does?
I’m having an affair
…. With despair.
And I’m fading by the course.


good job, i like it a lot[:

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