You Carry, I Create
Oh, My ugly neighbor,
Your tale is my thought
Your life is my fiction.
Hence
I am fictitious, you are real.
But you mourn, I am mauld.
You carry, I create.
Copyright © Dibbendu Dwip | Year Posted 2017
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