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Aug 2018
the wind propelled her to a new destination
to a fairytale love quite rare for this wallflower
she severed her roots for this newfound affinity

but aimlessly wandering high above the clouds
the wind settled, as the impulse abated
and she fell into ~nirvana~
Gita
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Gita
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