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Oct 2023
Unmoved, tell me if somehow
The fingers crossed in shape of Jesus Christ
When you moved, at least a distance

Farther than a human freak, screaming
For relief or an ****** in hell,

Farther than a plastic bag thrown
In the sea, searching for your friend
Made of the same monomer like you and me

Farther than a murderer's lullaby
Soothing the death to it's ****** knees
When he was caught between skyscrapers
And reality, he threw his arms
To reach for that forbidden fruit

Farther than sleeping and sleep
Dreaming a dread in the aftermath of
Paralysis, unmoved and farther
Abeer
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Abeer  17/M/Mumbai
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