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Dec 2016
The seconds tick by
the days pass like wildfire
across the dried forests,
spitting eternal sparks
up towards the summer skies.
And underneath it all,

a tempest lies,
all unbridled passions
get wasted away
without any falling stars
to catch them.
Written by
Ishani Behera
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