By Ekasmayi Naresh
A poem on crossing the revolving door of real and reel, into the cloakroom of existence by a vivid dreamer.
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By Ekasmayi Naresh
A poem on crossing the revolving door of real and reel, into the cloakroom of existence by a vivid dreamer.
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This musing talks about how sometimes, our words and sentiments are not ours alone; they belong to the writers who have come before us.
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