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Mar 2016
She was a thousand pages at once.
She was the one in a thousand pages.
She was a stranded dark alleyway.
With tales of people that never passed by.
Of love stories blurred at the back of the frame. As extra.
She was a tale.
Of stardust, came wrapped in a cloud without a silver lining. 
Of a million dandelions tethered to the ground,
Breathed in the rhythm of clock hands.
Breathe. Rinse. Breathe. Rinse. 
Of the October,
She drenched with me. In me. 
As it wasn't rain that was falling. It was us, 
Two shooting stars destined to collide. 
With the universe making a forlorn wish. To wake her up..
Almas Quasim
Written by
Almas Quasim  27/M/Kolkata. India
(27/M/Kolkata. India)   
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   Lucinda Hikari
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