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Jun 2017
I become the words,
silent chaos on paper unfolds,
from the mind's darkness
feelings come to the fore
All to find a pulse again,
hobby is too fancy a word.
Brings down the stakes when
all you want is to be heard.
MAYUR
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MAYUR  26/M/INDIA
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