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the waiting

oblivion

or ceasing breath

whatever comes first

I’ll take the gift

obscurity in dark places

drowning in murky nightmares

keepers come calling

swarm the rights

gnaw away at old wounds

and I bleed

not to suggest birth

but a relentless battery

of time’s assault

upon kindness

selflessness has no place

and I’m dying after all


(c) Sandhya Suri

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