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Apr 30
I took my rusted pen, my useless words
and tried to write something beautiful for you.
Words filled with my love,
words that tasted
like all your favorite forgotten dreams.
But I found myself tracing
the only words on your skin.
I ended up rewriting your sorrow.
I ended becoming the face of your fears.
Nayana Nair
Written by
Nayana Nair  24/F/Bangalore
(24/F/Bangalore)   
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