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Calmest eloquence of the stars, withered,
Studded in dark, firmament, staring in glee,
Cuddled up into, breezes of silence, my dermis smeared,
These MIDNIGHT MEMORIES doesn't hold me back, rather let me flee…
On the ranges of, sleeping clouds, floating
Cozy, cotton sculptured into presence,
My soul feels the freedom from depths, of dreamy worlds, hovering,
Canopies bent to reach my tickling spacing sense,
Cold whispers, hummed under amplified silence..
Oh, thee! Yonder exists, the goddess of midnight,
Dripping intricatness of solitude, into my veins,
Where my heartstrings, sang the melodies of harp and shackled reins,
Reins, of worldliness and desire, stirring my presence,
Feeble surfaces of my lonely soul,
Have craved for the company of this surreal darkness,
Darkness harnessing the rawness of my MIDNIGHT MEMORIES…

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