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Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic, I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely,
I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while...
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds, love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon I was wishing a watery burial.
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