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Have not asked much, 
still attached to you with subtelities, 
I wanted freedom from you, 
For removing stings from the flesh. 

Anxiety was the darkest color 
of floating buds on lake. 
Sitting on the edge of panic, 
I started counting the waves. 

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile 
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony. 
Have not heard much of you in ages. 
Still memories crop up for a while. 
I wanted nemesis from you. 

Talking of blue and white clouds 
love has many moods. 
Devastated by a burning moon 
I was wishing a watery burial.