In the dead of winter
sitting near the fireside
drapping around the blanket of desolation
remembering those momentary days of our life.
How halycon those days were.
Is it so??
Those days of happiness.
Oh!no wait it was habromania.
I always tried to find latibule in you
but later found a dark depressing place like a black hole,
from where I never come out.
And when I tried to come out,
your dirty soul again and again pushed me in it.
I thought you and I were kindred spirit
but after knowing your dark arcane,
I thought my spirit is not that much lower,
like yours.


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