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No String

by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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I was for a while

Numb, speechless, cold
They were just not words
But a knife pushed through
A heart, left it bleeding.
Was it my pool of blood
Or the hue of love?
Flows….
Warm,
Dense,
Red -  
Finds nothing but dust
And I see you
Walk away 
Unmoved, untouched,
As if there was nothing ever
The string was mine
It was only mine
Had woven a dream
Now hangs 
Torn, washed-out, pale, cadaverous  

25-Feb-2020

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