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BAR

 Why you push me so far?
My heart breaks in silent hours.

 Again I have to follow the same path
Where no sound permitted
To enter the closed Bar.

 History repeats itself in a way
That seems to harden 
Left soften part

 Remains of memories still lingers 
In stubborn space
But I know Where and When
I have to stop 
This lonesome past.

 What is Truth? What it seems?
It is the matter
That is beyond any screen...                                        SMRITI THAKUR

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