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I miss when my smile was genuine
When my heart beat with rhythm
When the weight on my back was equivalent to a feather
When wind blew with ease
Now it’s all stormy weather
Cement like thoughts
Throbs through me
Vacant appetites
And a face with no lips
This building is shaking
And when it collapse
From your point of view
It won’t make a sound
© KeGrace