A moment called chor bazar recycled poetry
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Frozen dreams
Of time gone by
Unrepentant
Not yet wanting to die
Taunting me on the sly
I thought buy this statue
Take a sledgehammer
Put it to sleep
Let its smashed soul
Unwept tears
That won’t cry
Yes a good buy
to a moment
That is Chor Bazaar
A layered half baked truth
Clinging to a lie
A storm
Brewing
In a cold cup of chai
*chai means tea
