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Aug 29
I tread carefully,
          Making ripples in the lake.
I assure myself truthfully,
     "This dream is not fake".
My will carries me to my beloved.
      To be free of scornful judgement,
In hopes to be treasured and loved.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
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