In the narrow spaces between
Writing and erasing your name countless time
Borrowing the darkness from this black soulless night
I dip in my quill to fill in the words
Words that feel unnecessary as
Revelations shiver in the shadow of doubts
To be or not to be
To become or be the unbecoming
Making to the unmaking of everything
For I know I like the taste
The taste of your words on my lips
Echoes of her name in my ears
As this dark night overtakes my senses
Shrouding it into silent numbness
Yet its you who still reached out to me
Its you......



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