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Deep Moments

The shadow I cast on the corridor wall Covers my father’s radiant photo frame Night’s transcripts are saved on the iron chest Stacking the secrets tied in bundles Apologies are like incense sticks and the truths are ever scrawled on my arid skin I want to talk but my voice down and down till it becomes barely a whisper It is one of those nights when I can't Close my eyes and sleep in tranquility Moreover moonlight wants to dance on the shaky railings and try to slip inside I want to reach out and take his hand Each moment waiting its own turn to go back

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