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Jun 2021
You render them
All pale
And faded.
When I learn
To be of them
Less jaded.

You appear,
Our bottles meet
Somewhere between
The darkness
And the night
With a frail light,
A slight line
Of comprehension
And a thick line
Of love.

You render all
That breaths
In my life
A rather
Dead thing.


-- E
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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