6.India
'Close' is a dangerous word,
it has preyed on me for years
Getting heavier every time it falls short
But I still pace,
though I can't recall why I lionized him
All that has come to fall
has drawn up doubt in my mind
Am I just filling up your urn？
Faith is a fairer friend
when your debts are all paid.
You should've wrote that down
But you were busy screaming,
'I don't belong here, anyway.'
I can't see past all my words
that collect and cloud and swerve
Between you and me
'I'm not the only one here.'
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