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Nov 2015
Monochrome night,
Spreading its wings.
Etched to a scenic solititude;
In it's dead silence,
Heart sinks.
Thoughts within me,
like tides,
They Roll,
They crash,
and,
rise again.
Inspired from a poetic dark
Purab
Written by
Purab
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