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Rummage

Every tiny strand of this miniscule breeze
rummages through my bones, whispering voicelessly to drown in the unknown.

The kiss of light, is a birth of a memory.
The movement of tongue, is a voice of a dream
The feel of fingertips, is a breath never tasted.

Tell me how to forget all of them
and still exist, like a night without a moon.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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