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I am made of the ash
that gets left behind
with burned cigarettes
like hollowed pasts.
Platinum silver.
Just like starlight.
I was born on a railroad tie,
And in my wake ,
My mother had died.
Drifted out, like a body on the tide.
Cried her last tears,
As she gave me life.
Wish I had known her,
Yet she still lives inside.
In my grin and my dazzling smile,
I'm only an echo,
Of an unborn child.
  May 2017 LifeLivedLabeled
Apoorva
You know my friend
I met a man last night
He was alone like me
Had the same cerise eyes
With a shallow heart he smiled
I asked, how you doing man?
Have you found a way yet?
To which he obliged
'No, man but have you?'
.
He was like my shadow
I despised him profoundly
I couldn't look him in the eye
He too sold his soul long ago
And traded his ideals to fit in
It was scary, my friend
Just his presence there
Chilled me to the bones
And i wanted to run away
.
'Are you okay?' he asked
With a haunting smile
I didn't know the answer
So again I lied to him
'Yes I'm fine and happy'
To which he looked surprised
And then disappeared in a mist
And I never saw him again
I wonder who was he, you know
Guess who was that man.

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