I have forgotten
everything about you.
But –
I remember it too well.
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Love is more an aftermath
than an event.
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You are too vacant in me -
Sometimes, I lose the space within
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I have died long ago
In the cradle of your smile
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Death has a style.
Due to various misperceptions
We, conventionally,
Call it Life.
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