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You are the sand ,
That slips through My fingers .

You are the water,
That rushes forth.

You are the air,
Which I cannot contain.

You are the fire,
Which engorges My soul.

Beseeching and thoughtful ,
My mind is overwrought !

For the moments of ecstasy,
Had burnt bright !
But left only ashes,
Which gets washed
Or blown
Or buried in time.

You have become a pleasant nightmare!

My haunting delight !
I relinquish the right to You!
Let You go.

For when We meet again ,
there won’t be Friends
But only Foes.

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