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Dec 2018
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see,
For words are nothing
But whispers in the wind.

Hold my hand
And hear me breathe,
For we are all dumb
In these moments that cease.

Let's not say another word
For we know what each of us want,
A last look at the things we hid.
A last say at the things we dreamed.

Let the sun set behind the trees
Silence and darkness engulf our dreams,
For there is always another day yet to come
(I mean that's what I thought)
Till then let's not say another word.
Ayan Roy
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Ayan Roy  19/M
(19/M)   
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