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Jan 2022

The world is growing inside me
A flower so pure and raw
Blooming
I am the sun-

The sky becomes grey
Withering, my flower becomes
Somber
I am the storm-

I forced the seasons to change

I am the sun
I am the storm

fika
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     Aishu, birdy, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Heather
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