omA Poem by MinaYawn, same spot in my room, check the clock. Time has not moved, Haven't forgot the pain yes scars remain. But I keep wait, No expectations of an ending. Patience takes, so much of itself. A yawn again, pretending This game is worth playing. Books on the shelf Get dusty, as if never ever Will one be picked and understood. Only remembered Having an ending, and the same spot Forever in a room. Check the color, All blue. Yawn, yet again, Time for bed.
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