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Switching Off
its all there, writ on vellum
engrossed by time and fate
scrolled as wayward history
marks each and every date
familiar names and their sins
revenants of thirsts unslaked
wild love that soon withered
or cakes that never got baked
scars and might have beens
guilts and nameless shame
glories and fleeting trophies
won from life's hectic game
of late,...
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