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By Aashiq S
India
If one is able to see
the scattered stones
As frozen raindrops,
Who’s forgotten their selves,
Hardcore out of their will
Or yesterday’s outspoken kill,
There you have it,
A true pretender,
Who conjures up silence,
Out of the deep loud lips.
Who sees the world as it is.
Yet there is none better to blend,
And mocks the mirrors in hopes.