Prancing with a rasping voice
reconnoitering the surrounds
in a rage to impede
the impending danger
the pulse of which
was beyond apprehension
and when he reproached the rejoinder
it was labeled as querulous
yet the dun
that draped the languor dusk
giving a false hope of a palliative scene
such were the screams of silence
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This has my heart 💕
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Thank you so much for your lovely read and words 💕
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You really conveyed that anguish so well.
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Thanks so much, Punam
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You are welcome.
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🌸🙏
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