amit-pathakWhisper

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Yellowthe streetlight outside my door / stops not at illuminating the lane below, / but also contrives to send,

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HalfIn a half empty house, lying on a half empty bed, / I find that the half smoked cigarette, jostles for half an inch, / with half a smile that has crept onto my lips,

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Lost in translationa shower of yellow leaves rain down on me, / at a crossroad in an unfamiliar city. / slick pavements wait in anticipation,

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