I write
And I erase
Like the wind takes away
Some stationary clouds
And their existence
Without leaving a trail
Unlike the erased words
Which choke after being erased
Still murmur after
I remove them from my page
I struggle to puke my thoughts
Maybe they don't need this air
Maybe they feel shy
Maybe they leave some of their friends inside
Inside a closed soul
How will they sound perfect then ?
The fettered erased words
Neither written , nor erased .
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