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My fingers type away in fury,

But I yearn to scribble on you.

The white in you fades away,

As blue, red and black adorns you.

You never flinched,

When I flung you in disdain,

And you were caught by the grimy bin.

You had a magnanimous heart,

Bore the deepest of the pain.

As the screen stares back at me,

I realise your value.

Is it too late to go down on my knees,

And beg you to return?


P.C – Kelly Sikkema from ‘Unsplash’

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