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Perhaps
I should not
let my desires
to ascent
to turn in
to come out
to wings
to climb so high
to make me fly
of that ring
where all the
boundaries
where all the
barriers hold
my swing
in gloomy,
dim fall
in sparkly,
glimmer spring
Labels: Ascension
posted by Beenay Akhter @ January 03, 2021
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