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Apr 2018
Lines falter
Tongue halter
Prism of words break
Voice just creak
Our world Echoes with silence
We try to part with elegance
Green tea that we are drinking
Is probably last cup together thinking
Spill on my altered  dress
Creating a mess
I ask you to remember things
You nod your head
I feel disgusted
And things are as it is left after
Written by
Uma natarajan
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