Flying In Dark


Meeting my twin soul―
for the first time,
in abeyance of any evidence.

Cutting myself―
to know the truth of undoing
of a voodoo in random
violence.

Why you had many different
lives to lead a client―
heritage, paying debt of
wronged dreams?

While lying to yourself,
you fell in trap and moved
away from yourself?

I will be seeing
my counterpart daily in my
thoughts to solve the global puzzle.

Why didn't I bite the Apple?

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Flying In Dark