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Night Threads

Night Threads

written by: Sneha Subramanian Kanta


the dark purple toned night
distilled into black while a
castaway star leaped over

to fall over the earth’s crust.
human beings, they notice
nothing except that nothing

that is made up to be their life.
there was fire before morning
randomness became deep yellow

and no one remembered the
fallen star. the star had stationed
on a moss bed; into arrays of

dust figments, that shone in the
noonday sun while the streets
were empty. there was reality

that was a dream, the dream
pipes of music played every
night; while everybody fell asleep.

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