Stop & Stare

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Losing the technique
Finding it hard to speak
Words on the floor
Phobia back to fore

Its a drawn evaluation
An unjust inflation
Thoughts that part the core
And a lost destination

Is it a perfect circle?
Or a zero that floats
At corners of a lifetime
Judges an evil report

The fluid isn't a ring
Thirsty sparklers
Just don't sink
So are you ready
For another drink?

Oshan..

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