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People look at you Like they're taking a photograph. And like any photograph, It captures you Cross-eyed, your face flipped. Like all photographs, There will be a red glow in your eyes. But these things aren’t you. What is You Is never understood by these people. What is you Cannot be captured. Only you know that you’re eyes have lost all spark. They are windows to the soul, And the soul has no more embers to burn. People look at you Like they're taking a photograph. And like any photograph They think they've captured you. Bio: Abel Johnson Thundil is a young poet from India. He runs a poetry blog called ‘Amaranthine; A blog of original poetry' where he posts everyday. His poems are sometimes sentimental, sometimes dark; but always with a madness that’s very enjoyable. His works have appeared in Terror House Magazine, The Pangolin Review and Luminescence (Rosewood publications, India). His first anthology of poems, ‘The Bleeding Rose: poems of love and loss' was published by Allbooks inc. Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Abel Johnson Thundil