The Living Dead
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Aarzoo Mehek
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Nothing hurts more than
The silence of loved ones
Those implicit words
The bitterness one carries
In their souls and psyche
Nothing hurts more than
The living dead who doesn't
Leave an iota of respect
In a sinking relationship
Obliterating the inner harmony.
© Aarzoo Mehek
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