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Dec 4
You,

call me unfathomable, hard to get, misunderstood but little do you see

The effort. the pain is secondary.

I have stood with my soft heart in my hands forever, so now

if my visage seems like stone, can you imagine how long it truly took

to harden even my shadow?

Like a column poetically placed in the midst of a desert, I simply stand the test of time.

I have hardened this vision to seem effortless to you, and to me. I have given more to this world than one can understand and yet, I will stand now, still as a stone. immovable. unapologetic.
Moksha
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Moksha  28/F
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