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[329] In Limbo

All my words
speak the same tale
A guilty world
the feeling of shame
Stuck in my ways
with fading solutions
To come here again
is what you call fate
Healing away
to fall again
wisdom only seems
to fog my mind
Am I Sampati or Sisyphus?
depends on the way
I choose to live or die

Rahul Gaur

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