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Date Added: December 20, 2013 22:12:23 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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How it is that Ė 
at shrine while saying prayers 
sex was on your mind? 
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. 
but still tuned to sweet indulgence. 

And then a sudden flash back 
slaps in your face, 
and you want to commit suicide. 

Afraid of hurting your pride 
I didít fulfil my promise of wiping your tears 
in a sprint of flinching ache. 

It is night now 
The words have a peculiar burnt-out smell 
of the road, 
as if they were smouldering 
in hot ashes of peace.

Satish Verma
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