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shivani j

Fantasy

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shivani j

Fantasy

Her

Her

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Sometimes I walk with her

She is so vague 

Beautiful in her own way.

She is here

Already reached the shore.

Watching raising and dying tide.

Sometimes I wonder,

Is she the real monster that I kept inside?


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