Till I see you grin at the dusk, I am not blissful…
Am not certain, how to go by, today, all by myself….
I know this is just one more day, I pass it vaguely at will….
Because I know you aren’t doing the same, you have much at disposal.
Yet again I recline myself, doing no good…..
You know I'm a connoisseur of pretention……..
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