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Dec 2017
A slide
I walk around, afraid I'll fall
I fear not the wound I'll bear
It's the idea of the verb
that slides shiver beneath my spine.
Nayana Kb
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Nayana Kb  17/F/Bangalore
(17/F/Bangalore)   
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