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You entered the atrium of my mind,
wandered the passages to my beginnings.
You strode the chambers of my years,
took souvenirs from each and every.
I wonder if some shelves — you dusted and shifted,
if you were the architect of my becoming.
About the Creator
Zawer Ali
Writer. Poet. Yet-to-be Game Dev. Opinion-slinger. -- Mail Me -- [email protected]
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