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Oct 2016
Like wipers on windshield
we go left and right
alone or together
but never touch
even as rain pours
we just go
swish, swish
none listening to the other.

Same windshield
same car, yet
we areΒ Β far away
from each other,
speeding away
to a no where.
Tulip Chowdhury
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Tulip Chowdhury  USA
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