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Dust
Words could hurt,
Words could kill the hope,
Words could be the source,
Somewhere somehow...
Don't you realize,
The facade of reality
Intertwined with dusts of uncertainty.
How could you misinterpret,
The signs?
To see yet unsee me?
How could you not?
And how could I not
Not see me,
much clearly
And now I do much,
Unapologetically...
~Nidhi Parikh
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