Exaggeration #2

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No pictures, no words
No feelings, no touch
No shed tears nor kisses of love
No high hopes nor the loose ends of remorse

No pictures, no words
Only a second of life
Nothing to be said
Nothing to be sad about

No pictures, no words
Only the wasted time
An exaggeration of who we are,
A hopeless spark at the midnight fire.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Repetition of first two lines in every stanza seems attractive to it’s core meaning. Nice😃👍

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    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you so much! And on those repetitions lays the big contradiction of this all piece! 😉

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  2. Yes. The very sense of polarity😄

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