Her memories
keep me busy
all through the night
one by one,
they keep on sifting
through my feeble breath...
Yet, as always
they're on a look out
of fast approaching sun
as if, they feel ashamed
to be seen
all curled up
in my bed
they always tend to leave
just before dawn
It's time for me to sleep
anyhow
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