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Jul 2019
The motions that swept me
Kept me
In the balance of my emotions
It was the tide of ideas
A written apology for my unbound creativity
Maybe, it was time for us to part ways
Maybe, be realistic
Maybe, there should be magic
In absentia
To a time which we can no longer refer to
The preference of this phase is just a part of a fantasy
A fantastical thought of beasts
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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