A Body's wrinkled garrulity,
amongst the algaed-nostalgia
creeping into a
wrought-iron, rust-flaking bathtub.
Ms. Havisham's clock
seated, hanging near the
webbed window.
Cracks of sunlight
and oxygen help the fungi grow.
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was reading something from dushyant kumar and he has used the similar analogy of sunlight helping the algae grow, will try to find that poem for u...and as for the poem, perhaps Ms Havisham has not reached that stage, yet.
there still is some sunlight outside her window.
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