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Nov 2017
With the flutter of her wings,
She ventured
A path pristine,
With cloud giants that loomed
Out of serenity,
Out to preach;
A journey that calls to naught.

With the might of his courage,
He swung
A novel rage,
That no longer knew bars,
Made of vengeance,
Made of thorns;
A step towards a plunge unknown.
One of the times when you feel completely lost.
Rooh
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