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Priya Maria

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Fragments of Fiction

Fragments of Fiction

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 fiction   figmet   fragment 

Oh why do you raise fingers at me?

Based on the figments of fiction that you read

Sometimes I may come across as bold and brash.

At times I can be calm yet crass

Your aim should not be to judge me ,

But to see if you can find a part of yourself in the web of words I weave

My Fiction is an inspiration from truth

But not the whole true story!


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