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Between life and death
I get consumed bit by bit
Like a crumb of bread

Unpredictable waves of
Events sometimes rock boat
Of an ever enduring heart

Fragile mind can no more
Dares to relinquish closed
Comfort of dank graveyard

Hands are raised forcibly
To wave and wish stale
Good bye to the opening bud

@Tiku 23/06/2015

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