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For I am in the middle.
The way up, is going down."
With these thoughts, I know.
The answers, they hide in the flow.
In the waters that always weep,
The lonely man takes a leap.
On the midnight of a cold frosty winter.
At the dismal edge of a precipice.
Into the quivery quiets and the hushed highs.
Above the subtle seas, beneath the starry skies.
A glimmer of light, to fall in the night,
The rock bare, not a soul in sight.
In the quixotic tears of the sea.
Seraphs; they open their arms to me.
-Meghna Gupta
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