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Feb 2019
The reaction to my confession was a singular one,
Odd, even.
For a moment, just a fleeting one,
The eyes grew,
Swallowing the mask,
Revealing a booming laugh,
Or a nervous giggle,
Holding back the curiousity of a kid.

But that moment passed.
It was replaced, as it always should be, by an appropriate one.
Sarthak Dash
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Sarthak Dash  20/M/India
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