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Memories

Memories,
Pieces of cold war
Battling on those turbulent battlefields
Where the grains of dust
Blinds away the into
This infinite ocean of sadness.

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Finite

Finite,
The cadaverous claustrophobia of infinity
The imbecile allusion of termination.

Finite,
The sands of infinite affections
In an impatient hourglass.

Finite,
The pause between numbers,
In an uncountable havoc.

Finite,
The curvature of your lips,
Slithering through the narrow gape.

Finite,
The throw of eternal firmament
In a yellow hued canvas.

Finite,
The relentless synonymous decay
Of this enticing Scarlett.

Finite,
The circles we ride upon,
Until the battery dies.

~Amartya.


#Napowrimo day 11, poem 5.

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