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Dec 2019
When you first met me,
I was still broken.
My world, a draught ridden plateau.
Desolateness stretched till horizon.
Fire screeched through the soil.
As time passed, clouds condensed.
I wont say you were the first showers,
But the ones that turned buds to flowers.
One of the thirteen roles of him.
Kanishka
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Kanishka  20/F/India
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