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Oct 2017
I'm a casket of memories, drunk on your shortfalls
lying in my bed incarcerated by your laughter
a reverie, pink elephants in echo of your sublime
my bare bane
this abyss of remembrance that I have become
will drown my alive leaving my corpse barren
in aches with a craving no longer tasteful
with arms no longer holding you
with a long lost heart, you exhumed a while ago,
       two little love birds
       sitting on a wall
       one wished forever    the other took a fall,
you took a fall.
VC, impersonating.
poshal gyamba
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poshal gyamba  17/F
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