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Fate
Your scars showed up in my existence,
whispering shards of hatred.
eyes made reflections of soul
in which you and i were a part of.
ran through the cold frames
yet no rose could fit
the interstices of your soul.
we after our last breaths
in the doors of heaven,
hymns our fate.
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Nithya Rajesh
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