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Jan 2021
In the time of love,
I am locked in a dungeon.
My heart is bleeding from the silver chains.
Then, small slight steps approach the bars of hate.
Your eyes stared into mine.
A fairy-tale with no true beginning.
Maya
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Maya  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Indeed and Eshwara Prasad
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