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Every year on 18th November

Fluorescent colors
And million shades of grey
Inch by inch, seconds away
Like a crystal mistaken for a tear
Volcanoes erupted with lava of wasted words
back in the day,
and now I don't what to say

My voice is hiding in my head
But I can hear myself weep within
You're masked, you're poker faced
But I can hear your tactful lies 
and see your heart twinkle through your eyes

-
Incomplete. -

 (Sometime in 2011) 

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