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for Pragya
As ephemeral December sweeps past me I wish September had stayed longer,
figments of your image are fading steadily in this frost of loneliness
Your voice has ceased to be mere recollection of embers, long extinguished.
Arshad
figments of your image are fading steadily in this frost of loneliness
Your voice has ceased to be mere recollection of embers, long extinguished.
Arshad
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