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Feb 2016
Sitting on pavement
she passed with her friend
a fear grips,
as if
am going to steal something
the beauty of smoke
clouded my eyes
she got all the colors
every time I see her
my mind colored her beautifully
eyes tend to open in anxiety
Its an illusion or real??
checked with my friends
they ready to help me
took me to ophthalmologist..
JP
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