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Campus@360 : Weaving Between The Lines
Augustine Paul Nadar
Poetry
When I was sick
And the world was ending
I thought of your eyes
Their gaze ever -mending
My sorrows and plight
Turning to ashes
Your gaze unravels me
Your words soothe
With our bleeding hearts, pumping into unison
The anatomy of a hug remade
And thus the world ends yet the cosmos fights
And the sound rings of the clash by night
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