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Jun 2019
Smells like teen agony, and the familiarness stays on scarred
Away from spirits being free
Living in destinies beyond your feet
Walking paths beyond comprehension
That is all might and a symbol of peace
Waiting for my own
Probably, realizing the rest assured
You'll be mine and measures
No more joy here again
Less is more
Let's get on with the training
Further down the pursuit of satisfaction
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
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