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Samar Singh

Abstract Fantasy

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Samar Singh

Abstract Fantasy

Ink

Ink

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Unfading ink flow through the tentacles instead of a bleeding red blood,

We are a bit like squids, when flustered we emit lots of ink,

It's so dark that no light can enter, 

It's so hollow like a void which can never be filled.

It's that emotions when painted in ink is darker than painted in blood...


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