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You cause bumps in my otherwise seamless glide.
Drawing insomnia to my otherwise peaceful nights.

Throwing turbulence at my otherwise stable flight.
Asking for harshness from my otherwise comforting words.

You claim haste from my otherwise safe hands.
Marking stains on my otherwise clean thoughts.

But you take attention from my otherwise distracted mind.
Patching peace to my otherwise broken soul.

Periodic direction to our otherwise unexplored path.
Bringing hope to my otherwise hopeless love.

I wait for the next time you disrupt my solace. Tonight, tomorrow or otherwise.

Karan Rathod

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