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Nov 2018
I see something.
Brighter than me.
Is that her?
Is she the one who was engulfed by darkness?
I peek out to glance at her.
Her eyes squinted as she met me after a long time.
I leveled my brightness to comfort her.
Her smile fell upon me like a magic spell.
She absorbed me in the rim of her shadows.
She promised to hold me tight in all the darkest hours.
I promised to follow her for the rest of her life.
Archana Durairaja
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