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Becoming something from anything was a great bliss of paradigm.

Converging at the well, for the last rites, you set

The night shift starts. A moonbeam comes and lies

You are trying to seel the half-truths

Again, I remember you intensly in dark night.

Like a mole, she was coming up, tunneling

The orifice was absent from the face.

Seasoned, a red hibiscus

What you would not give, age opens

Life plays the tricks. You become a meteor-