There is this unsolicited pain
I can feel in my bones
and although I didn't plan
to write this
and especially not for you
but hey, wait
I find my hands onto my keyboard
As if I don't have any control
over them,
Its like I am stuck somewhere,
somewhere in between your
yes and no,
eyes and cheeks,
smile and nod;
and this is but
my constant effort
to cut loose;
So with each of these clutches
I am oozing out a little you;
The sound. For me to understand
this poem, for you to relate!
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