Dear stranger within,
Its been months, since we spoke.
I came to you again,
Not to utter my scale of fondness for you,
Not to collect the grey arts of my life
which I gave once to keep safely with you,
Not to reveal the ego of my love,
who leave me, when I glow in day,
Not to wipe the bits of our past conversations,
But to get back my sleep
which I lost in the battle of
showering words in my diary
and to find the part of me
drinking the unnamed poison each day,
to answer the anonymous questions.
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