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The streets of reflection without the mirror,
I see the roofs falling
The numbness of my fingers can tell
You carry a thousand bags,
But get left with none in the morning
Last night,
I walked the streets in pain
To hear the moon whisper
Without words to say
I felt the treasure fall
And cried with another day
I murmured the strain in a song
And ballad my way home
I walked in heels.
I walked with bruises
I fell in love with the beautiful night,
But woke up to know,
your love kills.
I liked this; streets without mirrors, otherwise without spyglasses
It looks to me the rhythm is found
" I murmured the strain in a song" good image
I walked in heel , I walked ( on ) heels not In
I feel in love with ......etc night .. the night of love ...OK
The end: But woke up to know that your love kills ... an excellent end
Thank you for the reply :)
Actually, by "heels" I'm referring to high heels so "in heels" Yeah :)
'I walked in heels,
I walked with bruises,' such a potent line. A great poem.