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You stop at the brink, to flirt with the rim of

You become a crimson dusk in a sea of greens.

In deafening silence I was hearing you,

When a gravedigger mourns―

Forever the rituals of hate and love continue.

Telling the truth was becoming difficult. You want to

Gifting yourself the speed- you betray me, when

A sleepchaser brings a quantum of pain

Flaunting your new skin like a salamander,

Advent of strange sign on forehead was asking