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The interstellar reticence, becomes the

When the time faults, it becomes metaphysical for me―

This age of depression― Do you hear―

Unstitch my memories, I have come home,

The collective scream of peacocks,

It was time to modify the heritage―

Can you contain it; the call,

you think― you will not come back

Sundown, the masks come out and a game of

A spotless white moon was hiding the―