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Jul 2022
Traces
How does it feel to be leaving,
Leaving behind your almost,
after each drowning,
leaving behind your breath,
soul,
thoughts,
now vaccum.
Realms of nothingness.
Built on august indentation.
Written by
San  F/India
(F/India)   
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