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ILA Magazine
Where Culture Meets Creativity
Random Blinks
Written by Parth Aasim Shaaz On the tracks of a train
like being insane
I crushed essence
in red-hued rain
As I was right in thy
fond and fold so shy
so loved thee was
by myself of sight.
© 10/2021
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