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Sep 9
They look back at the time
when comprehension was about texts
curses were their holy rhyme
for every single context
Love was an overheard lullaby
every night they slept as if they were high
even grudges were brief
over things which mattered
seeing this memory
their revival system shatters
it is this dimmed history
around which their brain litters
every-time, they look back at the time
Written by
Jehkaran Singh  18/M
(18/M)   
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