your tears flowed into my heart
The thick smell of the afternoon in Mumbai floated in a city I had never experienced
like some dreams
Floating above the sky became so thin
skin like the flames scorched
us
Eyes that can't face each other In
the streets in the middle of the night, throwing away the tools to survive, running away, running away,
running away ,
before winter comes Maybe the dim sound of the piano in winter woke us up from our dreams, I don't know how to tell about those strange estrangements You wiped away that tear, the sweat stains on your sympathy couldn't wash away the Ganges River or the sea . a tiny joint.
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