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Like runaway water you run to meet your lover,

Knife for knife. Shadows were chasing,

A restive moon went on skirmishing with─

The flames had not reached the sun. Moon

The depression, in purple moon,

An extreme smog descends on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops

The dust blends with the humid specks.

Was it altruistic, donating the light to the

Deflecting the light, you stand in dark, to find the truth.

All day it rained. There was no destination.