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We sit with our knees touching
yet it feels as if we are a million miles apart.
You say the distance is not your fault
I know it's yours,
but I pretend it's not
Just to make you content,
I pull the blame upon my shoulder.
You seem to be taking advantage
as I notice thousands of more miles between us now.
- Simraan Bedekar
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SPILLED ICHOR
Poetry❛Tragic lovers. Tragic stories. Tragic beginnings. Tragic endings.❜ A compilation of words strung together to construct melancholic stories of love, betrayal, tragedy, and lies. • © 2019, simraan bedekar • (Mostly free verse poetry) ✺ Third place w...
