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The traveller

Amidst the conundrum of a thousand voices I find mine lost, can you hear the calls of this hapless traveller? I'm on a journey to an unknown destination, time; my mode of transport, I soldier on into they grey mist they call my destiny.

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Written by

munazzeel-riasat

Bangladeshi

Published: May 14, 2012
LinesWords: 1344

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