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Sep 1
I am a moth
Who flies too close to your flames
Only to calm a feeling that ought to tame.

My heart is shot
By Cupid’s arrows aimed at me
To thaw the cold feeling freezing me.

My mind wanders
To the deepest lee of a secret grove
And, lose sanity in an enclosed trove.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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