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Mar 2023
It's dark outside,
It's like the silence has died.
I can hear the lightest whisper,
And the flicker of insect's wings.
I hear things so loud,
That I can't hear you.
Have you been saying something?
I don't hear you,
And your unsolicited advice.
But anyways,
Thank you!
RVani Kalyani
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RVani Kalyani  F/Bharat
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