absence of colour, they named it black.
absence of light, they named it dark.
absence of love, they named it hate.
they have a tag, a definition for every loss.
what could they name this loss
throbbing in my bones?
you.
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Mixtape | Poetry
PoetryMy heart's a stereo, it beats for you. Listen to it closely. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Cover by yours truly.
