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[invisiblepoetry]

It holds an invitation
To you
The silent figure
Casting shadows
On my soul

And I know nothing
Further from your smile
Or kisses
To be listed as silence

This arm is cold
Where I struggle
To feel
The days
We left behind

Fought in the gaze
Of natural eyes
Where words
Do not mean
A single thing

Somewhere inside
There is a song
And I fear
It is not mine
To ever write