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Mar 30
Once, I despised you ,
Yet, you turned out to be my truest friend .
Come, touch my lips ,
Slip down my throat,
Reach for my soul
Take it out ,
Carry it to the unknown,
Far away from this miserable world.
Bury it there for all eternity,
So itΒ may never rise again.
Akriti
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Akriti
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