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Feb 2018
There is still so much of myself,
I do not figure out.
My painted frontal,
buries my scars.
My beauteous smile,
conceals my cramps.
My heeds are full of you
they squeal your name,
In the mist of tragedy.
But still,
I have faith in the
Magic of fairy tales.
Haritha Seby
Written by
Haritha Seby  25/F/India, Kerala
(25/F/India, Kerala)   
         sky-blue, K Balachandran, George, TD, Fawn and 8 others
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