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Sep 2018
I Bloom in the presence of Rocks,
No matter what the world Talks,
My Color separates nature from Darkness,
Try harder, For I have Awakened from Inertness.
Are you Awake ?
Written by
Aditya  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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