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Why did you heal,
Even a single wound
I had collected so many
Only to remain in pain,
Lest some body suspects
Smiles on my face to be hollow
I had covered with them
Like a lid of love on cans of sorrow
Do not blame me for swinging
Like a pendulum of endless hope
And a desperation to die
After all, do not the sand dunes bear
The silence of cold nights
And summer of promises that wear
With time, like the vain tides of time
I will not complain, if you remain there, just quiet
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