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Weak under the weight of flaws
Blaming change
Broken glass doesn't restore laws

I don't miss you anymore
The way I used to
The fire turned to ash more.

Glimmer of affection with no fear
Poor heart caught the rainbow
It was a flood of tears.

Forever gone
Holy spring heart
Once I embraced and elegant dawn.

Facts, to some extent
Were you looking for the best?
In ingratitude for the present.

© Farhan Anjum

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