Misread intentions
Perfected deceptions
Whispered words, broken promises
Broken transactions, secrets of gloom
How many times, did I see you wear this costume.
But I bring me. I bring me.
Red hats, twisted laces, wet stone, black listed places
When do I get back to the good graces
The caress of springs wind on our faces
The kiss of the summer falls
It's coming back
- Neuralogical Feb. 19 2017
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Neura Logical
Hi folks! My name is Noura. I am a poet, photographer, graphic artist and student of life.
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