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Departure

Bars of distance,
Locks of time,
Entrapping us in words of rhyme.

Tears if angels,
Clocks of devils,
Sadness growing in so many levels.

Hugs of iron,
Grips of steel,
Hopelessness is all we feel.

Clicking of locks,
Slamming of doors,
Trapped inside a world full of bores.

Years of yesterdays,
Tons of tomorrows,
Wherever we are,
The memories’ll follow.





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