The night was unlike any other night
The wind blew with all of its might
I saw what I didn’t want to see
The person whom I thought was me
He stood there in the break of day
Like a shadow of a puppet in play
He fell, he stumbled, he rolled to the earth
But never was he ready to get hurt
He stared directly as if stunned
With all of emotions to be shunned
He remembered what has to be forgotten
It lingered with him while his heart was trodden
He looked away, far from the world
And shivered along with the blistering cold
Yes, he got hurt from now to infinity
But that memory killed him definitely
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