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Sometimes I like looking at the world without my specs on... Like the world is a painting that had an accident with water. Undefined lines. Unexplained sides. Unsharpened edges. And Unseen emotions. Smudged together like a make-up artist working in a hurry.. Like world is a canvas for an apprentice. Unmade faces. Undisturbed innocence. Unclear visions. And unsolved equations.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
Blurred lines.
Sometimes I like looking at the world without my specs on... Like the world is a painting that had an accident with water. Undefined lines. Unexplained sides. Unsharpened edges. And Unseen emotions. Smudged together like a make-up artist working in a hurry.. Like world is a canvas for an apprentice. Unmade faces. Undisturbed innocence. Unclear visions. And unsolved equations.
Gulishta
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
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