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Nov 2021
The endless pondering of Fridays,
Spills into the late night.
Precious time lost,
Losing light.

While the city is in love,
People on the street corners,
Friends, lovers and everything in between.
Here I am on my work week,
Waiting for the 8th day.

Stay with me but no,
Things I wish were said comes back to me.
A burst of tears and laughter,
Trying to douse the loud sirens in my head.

Lost on me,
Todays society.
Unending conversations,
Quotes and notations,
A web of scattered nullity,
Clouds all over my senses.

Here lies.
Aravind Shanavaz
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Aravind Shanavaz  26/M/Sydney, Australia
(26/M/Sydney, Australia)   
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