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    [27] A Gentle Awakening

    My lungs are corrupted You took my breath away Sucking all the air drifting through your hair Patterns on your face, the sunlight makes A gentle awakening in my heart No longer I reside in the dark ///

    Rahul Gaur

    March 6, 2017
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