No questions are asked
Unspoken thoughts in the eyes of the beholder
But if taken off
For hunger of love
Those same set of eyes become colder
Uninvited guests
Giving you no rest
A trampled psyche as interrogation grows bolder
Aced & Confused
Will one day be amused
At all attempts of abuse
on the disected muse
on the disected muse
As I grow older.
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