I replay conversations, like a broken record's play
Analyzing every word, every pause, every sway
I dissect each moment, like a surgeon with a knife
But the more I dissect, the more I feel my life
In my mind I fight battles untold,
The more i think the more it tangles-Miraa
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The BLUE HOUR
PoetryThere's always so much hidden between the lines , a journey of words which couldn't make it out of my throat but rather by hand I wrote them down . All of those midnight thoughts. A compilation of short poems & Things I hope you can relate I would...