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  May 2016 Akanksha Bhalla
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She's afraid to say it
because she knows
that when she finally does
it would be real
And He
He doesn't take things
too seriously
because if he does
they would matter
But she and he
couldn't deny
that though
she remained silent
and that though
he remained
indifferent
What was left unsaid,
it was real
and whatever they had,
it mattered
  Apr 2016 Akanksha Bhalla
The Dedpoet
Die into me,

Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
         To your body.

          The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.

I die into you,

      I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
      And read the inscription:

   He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
    The Sacrificial Lover.

— The End —