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THE TRICK

THE TRICK

I think we were made
You and them,
Not of the hate we share but of the love we are trying to forget,

It’s a trick you see,
I remember a part of a part,
Only to fix it as I please
And doesn’t always look neat
I smell memories
Hanging in the air,
Like a chandelier of rust,
And I bet you hear old lost friend humming in the streets,
And they see ghosts of the time you didn’t click pictures for.

And I know it’s dangerous
To start a poem by I think,
But it’s not a safe verse,

We are trying to remember here,
Things we are trying to forget.

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Rupali Kamboj

If you want to know me, trace the curves of my quotes.

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