words echoed in the cold empty room...
and conversation fell onto deaf ears.
I am nobody's somebody to have a say
but i am somebody's nobody to lend a ear...
feelings for the right ....
and fighting for the wrong...
what sense does it make ...
when i am deeply illusioned???????????
mirages formed on the outlines...
images captured on the periphery...
how well a painting can be painted...
if the painter is not smeared in the ink...
P.S. THOUGHTS SMEAR....... AS INK DOES.....
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