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āϤā§āϞ āϏāĻŋāĻāĻĻā§āϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž
āϤāĻāύ āĻā§āϞāĻžāĻļā§đPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ-
You bookmarked me
But I know You were never
into books
Not passion but boredom
made you turn some of my pages
Some undoubting books
lie in your shelf for ages
But You love to showcase me
As I come in a beautiful cover
And there is kindness
in my pagesđPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ-
Your promises weren't
colourless
Your promises weren't
fake
Just that
You postponed it
for a tomorrow
That I was not
destined to liveđPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ
#FUTURE FAKING-
Once upon a time
A lion desired a fawn
Once upon a time
You desired me
The fawn didnt love the lion
You see
Clawed and wounded it died
The lion licked his lips
Just once
Clawed and wounded I lived
To die by thousand cuts daily
The sound of licking
Echoes still đPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ
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Every time
My eyes
Wanted to see
how wrong
You could be
I needed a force
Greater
To bring me
Back to međPoushali āĻ āϞāĻŋ-