Walking Away..

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Pixels of your eyes
illuminated  my soul's 
Deep recesses 

Scent of your skin 
engulfed the smell
Of ‘After Love’

Long gone tragedies
Of the reveries
lies buried
in my memories 

Misplaced words
Messed the worlds.
Hapless intentions
Distorted our equations

Night's transgressions
haunting the days
Leaves no space
for peace

In hopeless longing
I walk away...

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