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Articles: Poetry | Living Fossil
- Sudeshna
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Drentched in the persue of ur memories,
can be Matter of hours we spent.
But yet a life time remainder,
bother me not for the knot,
Just an apetite of the soul that surrender.
Will I dry before I dies?
Pausing Tears ,how long this mask smiles?
when my face mirrors my heart.
To be left as the Living Fossil for this era ,
in the legend of grief with a new write,
penning my fate as an opera.
Will those tears condenses?
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