Is far from what I fear.
Far from what they see here,
And there, and far from any misled dare.
I fear from the truth,
From what may be a flux root.
Of life and time,
A game constantly chimed.
Amusing as it may seem,
I feel this in my spleen.
All day,
In every say.
I fear the growth of myself,
And every single thing I touch, it melts.
-Arbaaz Ali.
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