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Payal Mehta

Tragedy

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Payal Mehta

Tragedy

Splash

Splash

1 min
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Splash on my face, rousing from the dream,

Fear mongered head and echoed my scream.

That subliminal presence ,

Expanding its essence.

Scratching my bed,

But she was already dead.

Those revitalizing moments,

Cackling laughter,

And lovely superintendence.

Wish she was here,

Faded in one splash.


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