in this way, don't love me, that,
Painting by Martin Girolami
the mind doesn't remember
anything, except your
image ! my
existence isn't mine, I'm just a
testament to others, in
smoldering words,
the story of
life is -
written, I haven't verdant alley, -
do not follow me, except
an emptiness, you'll
not get anything,
the eroded
bank,
thorny shrub, lost sidewalks, an
anonymity's wayfaring, how,
in what way, I shall
give you the
world
of dreams, it's very difficult to - -
face the reality of darkness,
still, the street is clear,
visible, rethink
once more,
dear - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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