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Pyrrhic Victory

Two chapters of a story, Two characters of the very one, The story had ended in glory, But none of them had won.

Right before the bloodshed, The two had something read. The story of their living, Only tail and no head.

The two had read the different sides, They never completed the book. They broke all their ties, Without even a second look.

-Shaivi Srivastav

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