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No talk, no walk,
No laws, no clause,
That's her way of dreaming.
Just the silence between the journey,
The peace connecting two broken pieces of heart,
Was the making of the bro sis art.
Their relationship was an art,
Not just his and hers, but even those who aren't related by blood.
He lauded her through all the thick and thin,
He gained her trust more than kith and kin.
To her, unique was his taste
Though he had his own shi*ty fate.
Neither more nor less does she know about,
For he was a mystery man,
She wanted him, though he didn't belong to her clan.
He wanted her..but the art wasn't supposed to last.
A rumour, a slap, a betrayal and their dreams got crashed.
She shove him, he was sensitive, and her agony had no limit.
He was a close brother, who she lost out of suicide,
In his last days, she couldn't be by his side.
Regret's a b*tch  , she's bearing it to this date,
Coz he opened her life's most fearful gate 
Those Saturdays, those bunks to drop by the complex,
And the magazines, those weekly tarot, that never gave a glimpse of their darker days.
His alter ego turned him a villian, snatching their hay days,
Ceasing all dreams that didn't get its wings,
And it wasn't just his life, she had also seen the worst.
Now look what she's upto, stuck up in a med school,
No him, no wings, and she ain't enough cool.
Diving in the ocean all alone, for the big sharks to eat her up.
It's a tale, with a broken tail, applauding for the pain she felt.

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