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Apr 2016
Our days and nights are akin now,
Wrapped with monologues from our
Silenced lips.
Little breaths break down
Under the hours of the antique clock
On our glass wall,
And we keep drawing with our eyes
A curved line of infinity,
Expecting it would lend our souls a path
To reach home safely.
Sanjukta Nag
Written by
Sanjukta Nag  India
(India)   
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