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My Aid
a golden daylight that you are
pierced through my grayest of the dark
calmed the waves carrying the storm-
that were wrecking my heart
in the darkest of my hours,
when night bleed memories
the thought of you feels like
an emergency aid in the war
a calmest of the people i know
with little to no smile on face
yet you feast upon my demons
and set me free from my chains
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Maanvinder Pilania
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