Losing my grip, none to hold me
Walking through broken glasses
Piercing me, red substance clots
Hands vibrating, heart beats faster
Visions unclear, out of focus
A hard clutch on a strong pillar
©️Athira
Losing my grip, none to hold me
Walking through broken glasses
Piercing me, red substance clots
Hands vibrating, heart beats faster
Visions unclear, out of focus
A hard clutch on a strong pillar
©️Athira
Niceee❤️❤️❤️💖💖
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Thank you Asthaa!
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Wowwwwwwww❤️❤️
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Thank you Soni 🙂
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Crafted beautifully.
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Thank you Vrinda🙂
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step with care
cos product of silica is there
glass shine
blood copper red
and the mimes within your head
ah so!
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Beautifully written
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Thank you Sowjanya.. 🙂
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All your words I could relate with well Athira.. keep writing.. stay blessed🤗
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❤️💜Wow
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Thank you Selena 🙂
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