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Nov 2019
Life
Is
Vulnerable,
Inner
Never-ending
Greatness

Inside lies
Nothingness

Averting eyes

By the way, can birds fly
Only there was a sky that was limitless, instead
Xenophobia existed

How can I breathe when I did not try
How can I breathe when risks and opportunities were just left to dry
Back then, no one had anything and anyone
Now look upon today
How can we fly
How can I fly
Penne
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Penne
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