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Ecstasy 20

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

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Ecstasy 20

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

Unfinished Art

Unfinished Art

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Sky holds the ire of thunders

The way ribcage beholds the heart

Now it's all for me-let it rain now

Unshackle the clouds as solace & I are apart.

Be it either an outburst or a shower

Perplexed is the brain as it recalls the start

Amidst havoc stand I,

Cryptic beautifully yours-an unfinished art.



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