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Dec 2017
These days of cold surrender when the environment wraps me in its weather and I obediently follow its instructions. These are the days of chilling mornings with perpetual shivering in the lips, too frozen to get a word out of me and too warm to keep all that I want to say inside. Safe ,with a quilt on. Eyes lowered , cantering down for a lecture at school in sheer hope of you lending a helping hand to stop the insane movement and say" Rest now".
Written by
Mehak
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