The only thing I'd leave unsaid is your memory that inks its way in my proses and poems, draped in fiction, carved out of profoundness. I wish, when someday you come across the emotions I inked and find a piece of yourself in every word that was written yet left unsaid, nostalgia hits you hard where it hurts the most, the heart!
© Sheerin Naz.
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