In your vague and distant looks
I can span your far cry, and
Can measure the crush
Hidden behind thy dusky veil
Some nonchalant and dull words
prefer me in passionate quash,
The extent to which you point me there
was never unknown to me, ever
but,
You stood by your haughty pretension, that
Only you are the repository of deep and dark;
Raison d'etre are not those vague symptoms, that
Put you in distant reach.
Some dead points linger, between us two;
Otherwise,
To quell the might of reason and faith
Why did you protrude your distant looks!
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