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Oct 2020
your murmur is the background noise,
as I get lost away to city of stars,
and I dream of falling in love,
a garden of daffodils and sky so violet
your whining is the green screen,
where I paint the dreams of my life.
your life is nothing more than vague stain,
I dream rather more vividly.
janavi
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janavi  20/F
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