I feel
it blows past
come
I wanna
make
what you have
I fear its speed
at its flows
wanna make
come with
I fear again
again
waters
of what
I have
at heart
skids.
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- I have lived.
- small hands.
- we forgot.
- I ask.
- cactii.
- it plays.
- a script.
- may be.
- I keep my calm.
- at me.
- I have.
- ask.
- two rupees.
- clouds.
- skids.
- past.
- what all.
- Ganges Waters.
- wings.
- appear.
- as well.
- a jargon.
- to me.
- An Einstein.
- what for.
- I hear.
- every time.
- Pictures.
- vanish.
- refrain.
- time.
- say.
- are.
- far.
- a sense.
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