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Jun 2012
Your memory is young
but it walks on crutches towards me.

I remember
your raven hair
the most, amidst all your
drowning grandeur.

I see your hair,
bound in your eyes,
flowing in your thoughts.

It is like a dense, dark forest,
nobody ever goes there.

The birds in my heart
are chirping,
orchestrating
their last song.

Don’t let it end.
Akshay
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Akshay
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