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Oct 2022
settled in ruins

caught in the arms of
a morning thought

swirling in strokes of
the painted nights

how far has sun
come to rule?

for mine is the
house of summer

where she haunts
me still

old photographs melt
into the moonlight

to never stay in
dusk
aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
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   Ayesha
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