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Apr 2018
She crumbled with every gale
Darkened, draining of all colour
With an underground fire, short lived yet somehow eternal
All that was left in me
Was a trace of happiness and rush from her ashy *****
Breathless and radiant, she leaves me feeling
Hard to quit, hard to forget
She is what she is
Deepa Ravi
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Deepa Ravi  23/F/India
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