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Feb 2014
This distance,
Well this distance is just temporary
But not the effect
We are going to carry its infliction
Till the time "we" exist.
The distance has resurfaced the chaos
The chaos,
Is made up of untold stories, the suspended lies, the not lived up expectations.
We dulcify the chaos by saying
"Everything is going to be okay"
But we know the inevitable is now commencing.
Written by
Megha agarwalla  kolkata
(kolkata)   
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