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We are all separately, severally, incomplete
Life’s another word for getting tired…
A chameleon forgets its original hue
Die. See how little you mattered.
No sorrow, no joy. Fair Trade?
She says my feet are clay..
Have your nails drawn hot blood?
No love ever ended in poetry….
Uncapped pens, unclad skin, demand slashes.
In ignorance they held their superiority.
hbhatnagar 