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Jul 2015
Travellers of the crazy kind
eat up the miles.
I was like that.
The need to keep on going
until your dream scape materialised
the one where the winding road
finally ended.
And crazy is what everyone you ever knew
call you now
for settling in a place so remote
from anyone else's idea of paradise.
Written by
nivek
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