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Jul 2020
They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
ForΒ Β even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
Let's redefine the word "beautiful"
Written by
Khyati
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