pencil.scratches

India

Barely human. I forget to breathe and live sometimes.

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pencil.scratches (India) published:

You.

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It's so funny how sometimes,
Time feels tangible,
But you don't.

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pencil.scratches (India) published:

For the Moon

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She's beautiful in the dark,
Why?
Because she shines bright
But not alone,
The lover,
He lights her up,
The closer he is,
The brighter she gets,
And when the opposite happens,
She fades,
And fades,
Till nothing is left,
And he has to light up her world,
All over,
Again.

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pencil.scratches (India) reviewed:

Thankful

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This is though, by far, one of the best pieces I have seen on this topic because very few actually choose to write on the world as we see it now. Great job!

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An Apology

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Mamma, I only went out for ten minutes,
I wanted to go next door to play,
I shut the door and I shut the gate,
And double-checked like you always say.

Mamma, I went out he stopped me,
That driver uncle from two houses away,
He gave me a chocolate,
And asked me if I wanted to go for a 'Ride" today.

Mamma, I know I should have refused,
But I was only seven that time,
And my naive, innocent...

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An Apology

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Mamma, I only went out for ten minutes,
I wanted to go next door to play,
I shut the door and I shut the gate,
And double-checked like you always say.

Mamma, I went out he stopped me,
That driver uncle from two houses away,
He gave me a chocolate,
And asked me if I wanted to go for a 'Ride" today.

Mamma, I know I should have refused,
But I was only seven that time,
And my naive, innocent...

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pencil.scratches (India) published:

Diaphanous

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My hands were bleeding,
But they didn't care,
As I bent alone,
To pick up your pieces to try and put you back together.
But no one told me that when glass breaks the chipped parts will never heal,
Because those broken bits flee and hide in the darkness.
And everyone told me that while trying to piece you together, 
Your colors would fade,
That you wouldn't want to show yourself, cracks and all.
But they didn't see that they...

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