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I may look broke,
I have mended myself like a number of times..
like a broken anklet,,
I make a feeble sound,
unknown to ears that are familiar with my face..
like a broken string I kept breaking away,
twitching my inner peace of mind,
but, I just remained a piece of decor in anyone’s life.
all I did was shine bright, amidst my dusted roads…
like a fluorescence lighting up the whole world around me,,
but still left to remain close to those feet, than their hearts.
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