Conceal All The Weapons

With the door tightly shut

There’s never a chance for that

Chitchatting

Or even much closer familiarity

Because everything turned to ashes

From our tightly shut eyelashes

Not seeing the palpable reasons

Of the surrounding state of things

Piercing my eyes like with the lancets

And depriving me of sleep

In this cosy, comfy, and cherished place

Although is not like that anymore

Full of smudges scratched from a scrapbook

For a better new look

In the darkness of an old lamp

Reminding me all that

Shapes I used to wear

It just happened that I had quickly forgotten them

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For my parents

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15 May 2021

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