the dusk’s desire becomes the night’s dream once in a while.
So shouldn’t you be me and I bet you just awhile?
A secret will be whispered in your dreams tonight.
So find your lies in mine-as I fall asleep for a while?
The color fades when you paint him with love
at times. Was it my blood all this while?
And the threads of our time untied our love
The jar of betrayal was broken
when all my questions asked me:
et tu, Harsha? It’s been a while.
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