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  • Writer's pictureAnshuman Arya





A sigh of relief and a sigh of despair,

intertwined, both leave my lips and hope

to never come back as one.

Steeped in spirals, meaningful thoughts

and mindful words rise up,

As a simple understanding of one's only one

is dusted and done.

Me nil. You one. You won.

A wake in a dream, as I dream awake,

of an awakening yet to come.

Fearing the worst have you lived your life,

to watch it all come undone.

Hopelessly grasping fleeting memories of

a vapid conversation and some.

Fleeing away are the days of the past,

that made it hard to see the sun.

Me nil. You one. You won.


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