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Debashrita Dash

Abstract Fantasy

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Debashrita Dash

Abstract Fantasy

Fancy

Fancy

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Love and Salvation walk apart in my street, maybe,

Because salvation is not fate, the love blows at the door,

Louder with time. 

Fancy, you kill me

Fancy, you make me blush, that scintillating love. 

It is evil and darker, the more love I perceive,

I feel like standing in quicksand.

Time, be ruthless! Snatch the imagination and swallow her, my saviour! 

Fancy, you heal me

Fancy, let the dreams crush, that scintillating love. 


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