Monday, June 22

Fake Emotions


I buried the stars with every devil in me.
I smiled at the moon.
I would throw up the trees,
And would go little magical.
As I synced with my rhythm.
I couldn’t get with my sense.
And that’s the feeling full of fake emotions.


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