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Mar 26


between sunrise
and sunsets

confined bone
and flesh

nests an ocean
that cannot sleep

each drop a
breath escaped

where it pours
in the sorrow

of everything
in mourning

for eyes that
do not speak



aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
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