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Feb 2013
I was entangled by evil spirits,
Pitted alone against them all on that cold day,
I needed someone to save me.
There came an angel gliding out of the fog,
Her hair flew gorgeously at her back,
She came to disentangle me from their clutches,
I saw her come gliding out of the fog...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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