The Theory of Magnetism
Dusts fell on my tears. Accumulated. Till your window was darkened by wetness. And suddenly, you remembered the light-bulb I had gifted you long, long back, wrapped in a rose-bud.
"Chase your inner darkness away", I had said.
Now you knew what I meant. There were rooms in either side of your skin, where you lived, twice. Duplicated in every unfragmented moment. The shadows overlapped.
You decided to swallow the light-bulb after you had carefully peeled off each of the rose petals.
"Chase your inner darkness away", I had said.
Now you knew what I meant. There were rooms in either side of your skin, where you lived, twice. Duplicated in every unfragmented moment. The shadows overlapped.
You decided to swallow the light-bulb after you had carefully peeled off each of the rose petals.
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