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Apr 2020
a feeling of mustard
sweeps through me
it's esoteric strokes
cradling my essence,
pooling at my feet,
downing in drowsiness.

   -if sunny was a feeling.
the sun as a painting and a feeling. (trying to get back into writing and being more consistent.
Written by
nishta  17/F/india
       ---, angelique, shamamama, Aparna, Cloudydaze and 18 others
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