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Blurred

I don’t know how my eyes forget,

Your face I held between my hands.

Which was scraped by holding emotions.

Your image is so blurred,

That I can reach there without falling again.

Stuck between wanting and not having,

As I craved for my favourite ice cream

In the summer of July weekend,

Having an illness doesn’t end.

I experience him all the time,

Intoxicating him through my mind.

Still, he isn’t visible.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

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