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Oct 2016
The strings of perfection,
Pierced into the flesh.
Unable to move,
Unable to stretch.
The Goal seems so far apart.
Death plays the easier part.
Nayana Kb
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Nayana Kb  17/F/Bangalore
(17/F/Bangalore)   
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   Doug Potter
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