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Jun 18
Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
The coquettish look on the recluded face
The impression made a coyness
My vivid obsession
Fawn sprawling from the mountain peak
Flying from coruscating fires
The Righteous Luddite
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The Righteous Luddite  21/M/New Delhi, India
(21/M/New Delhi, India)   
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