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Mar 2014
The color of the night sky,
Peppered with the light of the stars,
The soft moonlight falling on me,
Is it trying to teach me the hue of sorrow?

I can see the confusion in your eyes,
You don't understand why I turn away,
Yet never seem to leave.
I wish I could tell you everything.

From the distance I have imposed,
I can see your unwiped tears.
Glittering, your eyes are so beautiful.
The words that I can't hold on to are escaping my soul.

If the world was to end,
To be consumed by fire and brimstone,
Surely in that moment of farewell you'd understand.
That without knowing your answer, my solitary heart exiled itself.

The world is too busy with itself,
The sound of sorrow can reach no one's ears.
Even then, I have a strong resolve.
On a night when my wishes are to be discarded,

I will hold my ground.
Merging with the shadows,
Becoming one with my sword,
I will protect you forever by your side.

Yet till I hold the sword,
I dare not embrace you.
Lest I hurt you, my love.
Is this the cursed existence of a shadow?

Relying on the night sky,
The river of words that bleeds out of my heart,
Shimmers in the distant horizon,
Like a thousand shattered blades.
Atlas Rover
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Atlas Rover
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     ---, Jayanta and Mahima Gupta
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