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Another Starless Night



Dreary and Tired,
Eyes of the night.
Words too worn out
To yell, to fight.
Drained out of
The hope for tomorrow,
They look at each other,
At each other's sorrow.
Eyes too used to cry;
They are shut now.
A dark sky,
Another starless night,
3:00 am
And the tale called life.


- Sanhita Baruah






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  1. Broken dreams hurt! Nice one Sanhita :)

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