Written by Jacob Ibrag
Doors open to those who knock.
So she did. They collapsed right by her feet.
Walking tall right into me. See right through
the noise. Feed your curiosity. Just don’t regret
it when looking in. Corners infused with buried
secrets. Overwhelmed by it all, you try to rewind.
And then you see it. Smile. Remember? Memories
of us replay on my heart. It beats and I function
with your smile engraved in my mind.


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