A Poem

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Empty walls and empty hearts.
Empty memories and empty stories.

Picture frames with no pictures
in them, a book full of prayers I can’t remember,

Old rocks picked up from some old beach,
nothing more, no memory within my reach,
everything is washed in bleach.




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A.H. Faiz

A.H. Faiz

Med student by the day, writer by the night. Bookworm living in Italy. Twitter: https://twitter.com/AHFaiz3 CEO of https://www.torneoolympus.com/

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