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Jun 2018
That was a stormy day
My conscious died
Thoughts just dried
Breath choked
Stealth invoked
Mind captive and shriveled.
Circuit calm motion rivaled
Forlorn identity was hanged
Untrod path banged
Existence turned in enigma
Found myself in stigma
Written by
Uma natarajan
125
   Fawn and TSPoetry
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