Stains 


Quiescentlistener

Stains.

Stains that peep through sheer feelings,

Stains that pull me & are compelling.

Stains that I bragged from all extra baggage,

Stains in the dark that made all the damage.

Stains that hovered through every passing age,

Stains that were set free & had no cage.

Some stains from yesterday ,

They prick and hurt .

They’re meant to stay ,

To make me firm & keep me alert.

@quiescentlistener.

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