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Burning the pages 
unread. 
A daunting task 
to rebuild the bruised relic, 

of future, which I see 
in my dream. This was― 
the desire, till 
the last flame dies out. 

I am not sure of 
myself. I will chase 
a spider, climbing the 
wall. I want to know where 

it was heading, carrying 
a headless fly, to bury 
a spotless name in the 
web of mortal threads.