The ink from my veins gushed
out, to paint the memories on
paper, filling the bottle to the brim.

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And then, they counted us in the
category where people having pain
in their words can survive.

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The ink is all dried up
Waiting since eons
For your pen
To crawl up to me

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Then I decided
to fill the bottle
with the darkness
present inside me.

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Retreival doesn't last as an option for long,
As the darkness covers u and me with it along.

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