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A shadow Game
I should not write about you.
This is not wise, not decent.
Not yet illegal, though.
I don't want to impress you.
There is no point in it.
The end of our story is already old.
Maybe I am practicing bowling.
Maybe I am checking
the ground reality of the pitch.
Does the ball bounce?
Does it spin? Or it just sleeps
when it reaches to you?
They would say, this is a shame
but no one is there around.
Not even you.
Only me and my heart,a police man
who always hunts you out
to play this shadow game.
This is not wise, not decent.
Not yet illegal, though.
I don't want to impress you.
There is no point in it.
The end of our story is already old.
Maybe I am practicing bowling.
Maybe I am checking
the ground reality of the pitch.
Does the ball bounce?
Does it spin? Or it just sleeps
when it reaches to you?
They would say, this is a shame
but no one is there around.
Not even you.
Only me and my heart,a police man
who always hunts you out
to play this shadow game.
Published 10th Dec 2014
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10th Dec 2014 6:47pm
Anonymous
10th Dec 2014 8:02pm
Beautiful ink. Really enjoyed the emotion displayed in this
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