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Aug 2013
It used to be trivial,
To pour unknown feelings to paper.
Imagine,
And feel the warmth of a reflection.

But when thrown into fire,
Lips don't part.
And the necessary words,
Cannot be etched.
Not to paper, not to air.
Written by
Sumire S
437
   Graced Lightning and ---
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