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Jan 2016
You thought you were acing it
but literally, you were only leaving it
or perhaps, it  was  leaving  you.
You stay empty-handed
your soul is bare and looks like a skin peeling off
from winter's cold sighs.
Scratch it, and you have his very name on it.
Dryin'
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Negative Creep
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