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Sitting myself on the bench
Attempt to hold my pen
Crumbling ryhme can't be arranged
You are a lousy soul
And also crumbly
Yet I crave you that much
I recline thereunder the gleam of city lights
Be on the stage and pretend to play the roles
In the dismal darkness
My desires resemble as a discourse
The discourse is solely a discourse
It's pointless
Your eyes just like an ocean
The place when broken words fused into one
With its wild wave
Will I be there?
Inhabit inside your gaze
Living life in serenity and string up the things that's been lost
A poem by Pradhana Deswara.

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