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Feb 2018
I guess, all this while,
I was whispering to empty silence
Obliging the commands of my ghosts
Embracing the feeling of arrogance
Puncturing my frail heart with holes
Counting the seconds of eternity
Believing the promises of hollow souls
Embracing the feeling of insanity
And loving a heart made of stone.....
Swathilris
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Swathilris  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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