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- Srikari Pasumarthy
- Jul 5, 2016
- 1 min read

There is a place,
Deep inside my heart.
It is dark as blindness,
Silent as a forgotten melody.
I sit there all alone.
i am clueless as future,
Forgetful as past.
My tear drop has no source or maybe a lot.
Yet i look happy
A plastic smile sprawling across my face.
Is it really supposed to be this way?
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