Apr 2017
I feel two lines etched on my face.
One longer than the other.
Feeling a little more colder
each time I step out.
They will lie there,
and dry there,
but never erased.
One longer than the other.
Feeling a little more colder
each time I step out.
They will lie there,
and dry there,
but never erased.
(24/F/Bangalore)
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