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Sep 2020
One of the faces
That I keep in my closet
Belongs to her

She has seen
The skeletons that dance and rattle
And the pale face that knows fear

With a blurred vision
I watch the words of love
Wash away like a sight in dark
Hello peeps :)
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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