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The whole day
Perturbed, stagnated, wasted…. by doing another thing;
Our names together ….
Amidst the wanderings in sea’s various blues
and wafts from pondering sages;
When a domestic entity only cleans, only rolls chappatis-to seek her/his name in The Being’s..
The pondering sages and wafts past seas, breathe life……
Just yours and mine
Only your and my
The Childlike Adult
In the composing, in the being forgiven, in the being torn apart from the ennui of lonesome wandering . . . ..
Her/his name in the Being’s
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