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4d
I pluck petals,
one by one
each petal falling on earth

it escapes trough the wind, later.
just like i'd escape thoughts

I'd drown myself in swamp
until i lose my breath

I'd stop drowning,
once I reached the shore.
-akshitha
Escapism is an art.
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akshitha
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