On those Empty Streets

Dinakar Reddy

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Dinakar Reddy

Abstract Drama Horror

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Counting the blocks,

Waving at the windows,

Which filled with mist,

No,

I am not going to reach your house,

It's been a while,

I have stopped dreaming,

To remember our relationship,

I am busy on those Empty Streets,

Picking the waste of lust.

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