Fingers entwined,
Words long resigned,
A clandestine harmony in this duet of breath.
Along comes a feeling, a kernel of distrust,
Seed of dissonance did an ire unsheath,
Castle to dust,
In one twisting thrust.
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About Mridul Greenwold
This guy Mridul is your average Joe, as average as they come. Lives a pretty laid back life, and dreams of ways to continue living so. He takes life as a necessary evil and a day for him is an annoying period of time between two naps. He had lost interest in active living a long time ago and now grudgingly shows signs of life during an Arsenal match, and occasionally when his girlfriend is around. He rarely ever questions stuff this life throws at him, quietly celebrating mediocrity and trusting Christ to love him enough.
Fingers entwined,
