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Black -- The colour of the coffee I drink, Of the night that refuses to sleep, Of a t-shirt that I wear in a dream.

White -- The colour of the cup, Of the moon that rises up, Only to set in the creases of my t-shirt.

Black -- The colour of a failed chiaroscuro. The tip of a pencil pressed

Hard against paper. An impression that swallows all light.

White -- The colour of an eraser. A blank canvas.

Friction. Impressions of the pencil remain.

An outline.

The dream -- fades The t-shirt -- remains.

"Rahiman dhaaga prem ka na todo chatkaaye,

Tode se firi na judey, judey gaanth par jaye."

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