Oct 2015
How poor I've become.
No words to write.
No thoughts to portray.
No story to live.
Blank.
Void.
Null.
Emptiness and Echoes.
No words to write.
No thoughts to portray.
No story to live.
Blank.
Void.
Null.
Emptiness and Echoes.
(Shimla)
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