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Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Feb 28, 2023
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By San


Fingers combed my hair

My lids droopily fell

“Light, for me, is you.”

How boldly you would tell


If hand of mine wasn’t in yours

Said you never could live well

How now after all the tales

It’s me an empty shell



Your world’s a pretty silver

Mine’s, burning red of hell

Love, I read, you wrote it down

It’s Lies you had misspelled.


By San




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