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    • Feb 13, 2023
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Fury

By Shruti Mishra


-Shruti Mishra A gentle push at the door :a little rush in the heart I see the sky is clear Skies you can easily tell Hearts, They take a life's lesson. By the evening I turn my daydreams into stories Stories empower me I love the person I want to love I am what I want to be and not what you make me



I drown in fusty books I play around with the dog My dog and my god, inhabit my dwelling My heart is huge but it's empty So is my dwelling By the night my music will tell you I'm old-school Before I retire I steal a gaze at the mirror. Mirrors. Mirros are scary If it's you you are looking at If you really look and you see There's a vast emptiness In everyone Till it manifests in fury.


By Shruti Mishra





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