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ID Punjab by ~MehreenFreed
These contactsThese masksThese contacts by ~MehreenFreed
render conversations rather
quiet.
I pretend, you lie.
Sombre contact of the eyes.
A wry laugh.
Somewhere, in the distance.
At night, you
dispel your bearings
while I
throw mine on the floor.
In between the awake and un-slept states
we scream home truths out that door.
To us
when we used to care -
a long time ago.
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