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May 2013
the streetlight outside my door
stops not at illuminating the lane below,
but also contrives to send,
a thin beam of yellow light
through a hitherto unknown cleft,
and into my room,
disturbing further,
my already disturbed sleep.
Written by
Amit Pathak
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   MasikaniCrocodile
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