A silent dream of imprecision
A restless fatigue of unknown destination
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Crawling out from the pages of past
As an insignificant worm of energy
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As an ephemeral mass of floating water
As a winged soul from no where to no where
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When I slink a look in to the past
Verve of agony lugs me in to a pit of depression
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Early morning, the throng of first rays
Painted my premises with light crimson Rangoli
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