interlude 17
- natashamisra1
- Nov 26, 2023
- 1 min read
street lights
have been flickering
at me continuously.
as soon as i notice
a month slipping through
my fingers, a year seems to fall with it.
raindrops in my eyelashes;
what’s the shame in fragility?
what have the streetlights been stuttering
to say?
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