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The identity.

Kept secret.

Will be known.

Someday.

The naked body.

Offered to the flames.

If destined.

People running to know each other.

Yet unknown of the fact.

That the vessel is full.

Empty it.

Or it gets contaminated.

Due to the mixture.

The poison has to be pure.

To transform and give birth.

To a new one.

Destiny gives an opportunity.

And we use it to make a life.

Live it and leave it.

Questions remain unanswered.

Dreams unfulfilled.

A lot is left behind.

To come back and make a new beginning.

This is not the end.

Nor is it the beginning.

Just a period.

The truth unfolding all the time.

Yet remaining truthful.

Unchanged.

The periods changing.

Elements same.

We try but the approach is not.

What the period demands.

The truth has to remain.

Unadulterated.

The self has to be offered.

To retain it.

Every time.