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Being Recomposed

Being Recomposed

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"Waves of vicissitudes

Shattered me to an extent 

Yet, my aim was not lost

As my soul was a firm sextant 


Remorseful flame of loath

Was everywhere around me...

e="background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yet, my conscience was busy

In convolution to rebound me...


Every face of proximity was

Magnificently exposed ...

Now, it is my turn to settle score,

For what I am being recomposed..."



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