29 march 2022
Clouds Were Collecting
Time
was moving without wheels.
Not a match. I
don't exist. Anonymous.
You were also not same
as I lost you.
Black walls.
You will kiss them
for a promise.
Your lips, wrapping
the wounds, like bandages.
The bruises smell
like poppies.
Not thirsty. Still
I revert to the theme of
dry lake.
Are you going to
shut the eyes of moon?
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