Contributor: Ananya S Guha
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There is in me a farther end
a point, counter point
a wishful lust
the desire to bust all ideals
wallowing in surfeit
a swallow that picks up motion
I haven't the faintest notion
how things pick up and fall
crashing into eternity
waiting for posterity is blues
swallowed by sky's hues.
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