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Disaster

I still cannot wake up
from that disaster
in my life when I lost
my soulmate, my mother forever.

It is an ill-starred event
that I cannot forgo, rather
I love to exhume the last
vestiges of her presence in my soul.

I feel her love throbbing
in my veins, coursing through
my whole body today but
will feel the same in future.

It is not that I am excavating
memories of her existence, now considered flimsy;
but it is her utmost heady love potion
that I am actually drunk by.

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