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Feb 2014
Shivers pass through
Your every breath
Uncontrollable fear
Nothing is clear

Shivers pass through
Your every thought
You could run away
You could stop and stare

Slow-mo sickness
Know all the grains of sand
Repetitiveness
Destiny in your hand

Shivers pass through
Your every word
Soul-stained, taint
Incoherent and quaint
Jimmy Solanki
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Jimmy Solanki  Baroda
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   pragya santani
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