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Apr 2014
She wasted the words in the dust bin of her room
Every day that  bin became  heavier
May be the words have weight
Waiting for the perfect verse
She put her heart on the desk
And painted the blank paper blue
Red was the color she wanted
But this world refused to accept  
There was a prophecy  
One day her  blue will speak louder than all reds together!
welcome nnyaa..........
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