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Apr 2016
I did let go of my past,
my present & my future.
But my hands had sharp cuts and endless blood,
and I knew my precious hands were still
holding onto Manja of the time.
Letting go is the mere illusion
like seeing a kite flying away,
merely forgetting the existence of
Manja

KPK
Kanupriya Khurana
Written by
Kanupriya Khurana
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