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Snigdha K
An endless quest
13
Poetry
Treading recklessly across the maze I lost myself in,
Striding across a serac of uncertainty,
Dabbling in the shallow depths,
Of your masked self,
I reach a place,
So still, So quiet,
Only to discover that
You are an epitome of everything abstract,
Like a mannequin,
That has everything but a heart!
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