Disgrace mixed with fear.
Heartless gestures.
Words flow out of nowhere and without notice.
My frame of mind is bleak.
Settle too hard.
Strapped with armor.
My grip is too tight.
Leave my mind.
Please, for I’ll go insane.
Flaky membrane.
Injustice always.
Frayed as my jeans.
Straggled as my hair.
My skin is raw, and inside I am scolding and quite fierce.
The mountains of smiles drift in the sand.
My imprints fade away.
Never find my argument.
Have no regrets.
-Soul of Aly

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