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[185] Cloudy Nights/ Starry Nights

Cold breeze from the beach touches upon
the memory from our final conversation
I find sand in my pants from that cloudy night
I hold it again but it slips away again
This time I clean away the dust collected
My mind survives its own ruin sometimes
I put my ear to the shell from that cloudy night
it still echoes the silence you left behind

“You’re the girl I never met
The girl I’ll never meet”
I tell myself this lie
because lies are what I believe in easily
Why does your memory reach me like
the dying light of stars in my eyes right now
I wish it was a cloudy night like that night
When the stars refused to appear
because they were busy creating that memory
that lies like ruins in my mind

Rahul Gaur

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