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Writer's pictureAnnisa Lubis

EMPTY WALLS

What is there to wait for

I can't know something that was never mine to hold

'cause the last thing I had known was the last time I had

lost for rhymes

Everything's written in time

I held the key but I lost the route

a baring road with no name

Keep on searching for the unknown light

Framed hand, dried ink

waited so long to be poured

Empty walls remained

Belief could destroy

It's too late, the words I never dared to say

tearing all the miles in between


-a.n.l.

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