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That living does
"You can be a bookmark of a book, never to be reread," I said.
"Why is that?" You asked me.
"If you want to be meaningful, there should be a balance. "
Teachers teach,
They don't trick.
Or do they?"
"Let it go."
I did. One by one.
Nothing stays there forever.
A moment's profit turns slowly to the death of a soul,
Somewhere.
Life is a sex toy of a child
A theorized hypothetical blister.
Perspective capturing the head.
"Let it go."
I did. One by one.
Nothing stays there forever.
I was waiting...waiting...
And waiting...for the slightest indication of inflection.
Do I supplicate? for me? For you?
Before the verdict appears again, in the form of compromise?
That living does.
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Tamanna Ferdous
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