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Ceramic Platter
- Gurdit

- 17 hours ago
- 1 min read
I'm still behind the veil of those 1055 odd days,
Acting like a boundary between us,
Stopping me from revealing,
Everything on a ceramic platter like before.
Scared to the depths of the cuts on my heart,
Caused by a similar ceramic platter I offered you,
Which slipped accidentally,
Piercing every inch of my heart,
Each one of them, which,
You plucked unknowingly,
Every night of those 1055 days.
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