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He bought me reins, calling them a necklace; Serin murmurs in my ears, My own emotions flow like resin, I rinse him of all his sins, Now I'm a siner, blinded by myself. . . . . https://vocal.media/poets/listen-pw1570b43.
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Nidhi Gohil
When life took a different turn, I grew distant from people and closer to books📖. Since then, I started writing my emotions instead of speaking them.🍁
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