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Hanishree Vichare

Abstract

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Hanishree Vichare

Abstract

I'm Not That...

I'm Not That...

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Purple ocean when sunset's sober,

Blink, blink, comin' this far was not that simple;

Quarantine pain, golden twinklin' light;

What if all I need is time?


Got word-struck by my pain,

Hate crawled onto my skin,

Thinkin' that you'll never forget;

Footsteps on dried sand,

Snowed dust all over my face,

Love all over my pain,

Still, pain's losing this love;

And nobody knows, except us...


It was Tuesday afternoon,

And the orange sun gleams on me,

Lost wore, caused score;

Curious 'bout my favorite tomorrow but it always stays postponed,

Slow moments compelling online,

But the right time is never my sign,

Cuz my patience fades away just like people;

Hmm, hmm;

Spending days singin' and dancin';

Romanticizing myself from my hair til' my waist, losin' the struck of waste...

Never been like this before and I keep improvin' or losin' but never winnin';

Coffee, coffee talkin' to me,

And I forget that people exist...

Walkin' fast, excluding past,

Stranded thoughts of people thinkin' bout me but I'm not that...


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