She was bewildered,
Running amok,
Struggling to quest,
The rhetoric declamation,
She was left to bequeath with.

The long standing agony,
The pain of letting him go,
Off late with an increased vigor,
Was haunting her time and again.

Little did she know,
That all this while,
He was waiting for,
Just a trail of her voice.

For he pretended obnoxious,
Just so he could lead an unpretentious life,
And she could live a guilt free one,
Without any repent or disguise.

But the penchant they had for one another,
Haunted them,
In their own world,
And unknowingly they paid a price.

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