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Jun 2015
There's no time, there's me.
My existence is fleeting and presence inconspicuous,
My absence is fading and effect, almost over.
People who function according to time, scare me.
People who function according to me, don't exist.
I'm invisible, yet inevitable to them.
If that's not pretence then what is?
Penumbra
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Penumbra  Delhi
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