stealing beauty from time,
golden rays glistening through thin like air curls that have a texture of rough silk, mingling with smoke coming from some got wet at least twice
in the monsoon weather-cigarette
(no idea, why, just an impression)
'I have to take a picture, pretty pleeeeeeease!'
nurture/torture
finding the only comfort available, let's sleep in the tub, bring back 2005 (some things do stay)
the usual 'never felt so cold/old' line to greet the new phase
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