It was the right place at a wrong time
The afternoon was spent in languid spurts of words
And by the evening, the only fillers between the
Fragments of our guilt were single syllables
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'Delhi has been nice to me, ' she said
I agreed- some get laid, or else, get paid
...
She dances to a different tongue;
Not the one that she found bitter
last night - that left her
rummaging through the wrappers of
...
Strolled into the same old labyrinth
Looking for something or someone new
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