before it could bloom
staring into an abyss
i long for the days old good
deserted like embers from burning firewood
love took a huge rebound
still waiting for it to return
return in the best shade of blue
i saw the gray entering my periphery
the fog covered my sense of insecurity
thought- the lost is for someone who are "us"
but my story didn't even began
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