You gave my fantasy,
a shape,a form,and a face..
pains came along with it,
But I don’t care,
as pains come
even when you don’t pay..
Now you have gone,
forever,
like a death..
back to the grave..
and the stains become
more clear,
when I rub the surfaces..
But I don’t care,
as stainsrepresent,
some moments,
captured,
before losing them in time..
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