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Decay is the new Love
Look out for the flickering lights;
I heard some glass shattering
shards geting swallowed in the hurricane's tyranny
and tyranny pleading at patriarchy's feet.
Look out for the desparation;
penetrating out of familiar, rough gilded eyes
flowers wrapped in hands withering over time
and love swirling among the rusted frames
of oldest bus stand of town.
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Cloud Fever
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