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Sep 6
The sky broke apart it was heavy
Yet I stood still ;
More it kills .
The torn papers and walls
Your voice echoes In My blurry vision
Left summers; fall's the season
As sun rays Fall I stop searching for you
Am I blind or awake .
Atleast In parallels of dreams You still stay
As horizon sets It all goes away
Eshall
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Eshall  17/F
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