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Something



Something in your head,

Intricacies weaving threads,

Suspicions rise, a tangled mesh,

Compelling, yet unclear, no less.

Stuck inside, lost in wonder,

Shall I linger, or move yonder?


Something in your smile,

Echoes of a past defiled.

I see her shadow in your grin,

A trace of betrayal, a ghost within.


-vic

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