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I spend nights
collecting stories
abandoned — in
the silky folds of
darkness

I spend nights
watching you
the bearer of light

stuck here
with no one
to turn to

At times I can’t
tell whether its
you or I who is
cursed

both of us
rebels,
both of us
fallen,
in exile.

© P.K.

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