it asks
as if
some thing big
it can speak
tell
utter at my heart
mirage
I make
to live
un live
as well
I find
hard to breathe
talk
walk at roads
made of
what
you may have
not
spread
at your
wings.
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- I have lived.
- small hands.
- we forgot.
- I ask.
- cactii.
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- a script.
- may be.
- I keep my calm.
- at me.
- I have.
- ask.
- two rupees.
- clouds.
- skids.
- past.
- what all.
- Ganges Waters.
- wings.
- appear.
- as well.
- a jargon.
- to me.
- An Einstein.
- what for.
- I hear.
- every time.
- Pictures.
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- time.
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