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Apr 2014
You are dealing with a dangerous man, my lady said the dark knight..
Am on a voyage looking for beauties, neither like a moon nor that starry nights.

I was waiting like a watchman down the lighthouse counting every single grain of sand on the shore.
They came and then they went back silently without even noticing my presence.
Was I invisible?
Or my breath wasn’t audible enough for their soul?
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
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