Twingle

Updated: Jul 16

By Parth Shindhe

Losing something cherished that wasn't ever mine is a war won without a soul lost.

I just smile in disguise knowing there's nothing more to lose.

Searching for the nerve that wasn't even meant to pain was a drill to overcome my grief.

Living in my dual persona was a poison that kept me alive in the ambience of this fake

modern aesthetics.

By Parth Shindhe

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