it played through my ear,
capsized my heart.
the one that's not near,
tailed had the felt of gut.

the play of repeat,
deep down i can't deny.
afford not the pit,
not even a sigh.

the white within,
shall not meet the light.
for it will cause a din,
most certainly blinding sight.

the question i fear,
doesn't make passing hard.
just not meant to hear,
thus the discard.

the want,
that's not the one.
yet the weightage,
it stage.

the flash of scenes,
that cause the felt.
blame not the genes,
but the fact it melt.

the s in mind,
yet path the pitch black.
my long that fell behind,
failed to me of hack.

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