Such were the times.
You wanted to become sane
after losing the mind.
*
A death trap─
looking in the rear mirror.
The first word you spoke.
*
The ugly turn
of the events. This November
a moon eclipse.
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Author:
satishverma (
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nicely done my friend.
This almost sounds like a transition from a memory to the present. I like it. It says quite a bit. Good work.
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