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A passing willow ~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar
In the dimly lit room,
Like an expired
coupon's faded ink
I sift through memories
like spam emails
discarded in a blink
The scent of wilted
lettuce lingers in the air
As I navigate through
the past with a slick
ruffian flair.
© BhuyanshiTalukdar2023
Like an expired
coupon's faded ink
I sift through memories
like spam emails
discarded in a blink
The scent of wilted
lettuce lingers in the air
As I navigate through
the past with a slick
ruffian flair.
© BhuyanshiTalukdar2023
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