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Oct 2016
Hard-hitting;

Slowly it courses through me,

Burning, bit by bit;

Heightening feelings, numbing inhibitions.

Light headed, heavy hearted, I sway;

Every step unsure.

Blurred thoughts, tunneled vision.

It helps, escaping.

For just a few hours maybe.

Escaping,

The neverending chaos that life presents,

My current reality.

Helps forgetting,

Emotions I cannot comprehend,

A world so baffling.

A few (many) shots of neat green apple *****.
Written by
Oindrila Sarkar
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   ryn, Sk Abdul Aziz, --- and ---
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