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Inhaling…

She sealed her eyes
She embraced nothingness
She liked turquoise

She liked the world
She liked it eyes shut
She liked the stars

She liked ghetto music
She like her the numbness pervading her senses
She like the colour purple

She liked the haziness
She liked Eliot
She liked mint and chocolate

She knew the night, her friend
She knew the end
She knew the pain
She knew …
The unrequited
A ridicule on her.
Yet a prey of reckless hope and passion

She didn’t like green
She didn’t like white
She didn’t like the sound of time
To the world, a happy soul.
Vanquished, she was a refugee
A prisoner of her mind
She revelled in her memories
Until the obscure blur faded,
Until the grey trip wore off
Until then
Her utopia was timeless, colourless space, eyes closed…

Exhaling…