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Jun 30
It's all lying in a mess o'beloved
Our love, our lives,
Our promises, our lies
It's all too intertwined
Like vines climbing over
a sun drenched window sill
like most growing over
an unhabited house

It's all just too complicated
Those nights when pain
engulfs us - dwarfs us
much akin to how cruel darkness
subdues the worn out candles
And here surrounded by
the spectre of our hollowness
we live for all eternity
some what overwhelmed
by the burdensome scars
love has leftΒ Β  us with
Written by
Anmol Mago  17/M/India
(17/M/India)   
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