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Sublime
What makes me relegate my feeble feelings? Time and again, smears of foreboding dark, arise from behind the veiled façade. Those shapeless shadows of my past reaching out for those vacant eyes like empty rooms weaving tales of grief. What makes them whisper ill omens of a forgotten time? Cure for the ailing? A sip of life for the dead? Oh, what miracles have I missed ruminating upon my miseries and my misfortunes! If only my worries were as minuscule as I often led others to
Suyog Rai
Jan 41 min read
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