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[194] History of Love

Devoid of emotion
Her porcelain gaze
left me wondering
if she was a ghost
and I a shadow

A pat on the back
with her velvet hands
gave me energy
i never knew i had
I marched on living
For a night

I wondered when it rained
does she cry like I do
or does it vanish
when it starts to build
in her eyes
because i never saw her smile
but the last time i saw her
I could almost watch her fly

Rahul Gaur

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