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Jun 2012
I dream
Sometimes of the world
And sometimes of other things
That are close to me
Or I want them to be

I dream
Sometimes of a girl
Who life has given nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Except pain

I dream
Sometimes of an empty canvas
I hold the brush
But the only color I have
Is white

These dreams come to me
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
All I know is,
I dream.
Written by
Shibesh Mehrotra
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