phantom traffic lights
cast iridescent shadows,
that drown in your eyes.
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Constellations of Bleeding Ink
الشعرThere are some short poems that I found while I was going through my old notebooks and papers. They don't go in any particular order, and they're from different periods in my life, but here are my inner thoughts, emotions, and honestly? A bit of my...
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phantom traffic lights
cast iridescent shadows,
that drown in your eyes.
