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Not knowing when
you get tied up
in shadows of
your glorious past
Every sinew of your success
turns into a rope
that ties you up
Every line of aesthetics
becomes
anaesthesia to the present
Every gesture
that spoke of grace
now arrests the throb
of pain
Success turns
narcissistic
before you know
what hit you.
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