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Aug 31
Black strings concealed in shadows
Winding our souls in its strong bonds
Shackled our boundless mind's hallows.
Swaying gleefully our sense of right and wrongs.

We dance like marionettes,
Underneath the hidden influence.
Our illusions soon confluence,
Draining a great river of effluence--
An effluence of unity and liberty.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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