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Wordless sentences,
Silent voices,
A creepy day,
And ephemeral moments,
Culminate in a space reduced,
Within a blue heart of death.

Meaningless nights,
Peaceless mornings,
With a new hope killed each day,
In the womb of change,
Restricting chance to cease,
In a life choicelessly still.

Clear sky,
Burning sun rays,
Coercively opened bare eyes,
See a future unfolding,
With the fortune of an end,
And yet again with the misfortune of,
A new beginning.

-Abhilash Nanda
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