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Cacaphony of thoughts
Every thought takes me apart
When I spill the zillion replicas
While each carves its own path
One steals my presence from life
When I weave my story
Each thread will give shape
Some breaks and tatters remain
With colour...
When I spill the zillion replicas
While each carves its own path
One steals my presence from life
When I weave my story
Each thread will give shape
Some breaks and tatters remain
With colour...
