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Jan 10
I still reach out
through these murky windows of my soul,
trying to search
for those clay dolls of my dead emotions.

Floating around motionless in white,
I still accidently encounter
our murals from the past.
Sidharth Suraj
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Sidharth Suraj  19/M/India
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