You aren't the same
Your words
Your lines are alive with new words from new contacts
new experiences
My words to you return like disappointed messengers
Your limbs, your cells numb with my familiar touch
grow buds by the new touch
blossom into myriad flowers
you spread a new fragrance
we move away from each other
I fall off like an old skin.
----Santhosh Kumar Kana
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