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13h
Dancing in the attic,
I hide from the Passerby,
Confronting their eyes—
Traumatic.
Listen to the words I try to imply.

These beings mean no harm,
To me, they seem strange.
As they embezzle in my charm,
All I see them as, deranged.
This person sees people from above,
The attic is his habitat
Written by
Nishan Niraula  17/M/Nepal
(17/M/Nepal)   
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