Another Year
- ayanchakraborty250
 - Jan 2, 2021
 - 1 min read
 
The boxes and the brains
Hoppers before sunrise and between little few lines of use.
Love comes in many forms in a year accursed.
Marking steps while you toast on days that take away less than what you would give.
Recount losses as you sleep off before the dead
Or look behind a year's ruse.

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