When you crave for sound,my words voice in your velvet shift of colours
Did i intrude your internal ripples of distress?
Five pallets of unbrushed blocks on your door
Cobwebs & moths enlightened by dust on your lights
When you lock your legs in agony,
i wish not to be the intruder through your painless windowpanes.
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