The giant pain was nameless.
Held captive in
tearless screaming.
I have come back in
my deserted home.
The sitting peace was unstable.
Never I will say,
I do, going outside the
accepted boundaries.
No honour killing.
Misfit for the slot, you were
making your own sky, where
you seek liberation
from twilight zones.
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