A trash

Ayy these eyes are still searching for something dusty
Oh you long stick like legs, why are you wandering this much
What are you carrying my dear arms it looks like something from your old days
Oh my forgotten ears are you really trying to catch something you missed
Oh nose you are still fighting with this old messy air
What about these mouth, you are always dreaming that sweet dimples
And my one and only soul where are you,
Iam really trying to reach you
Damn it !All these things are busy with something else, and they made my brain
A trash…

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