17shubhu.2004
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Frozen Ice In the school of lonely thoughts, The sunrays also felt like a derailed train. Still on that wired bench Which now tastes like salt on cheeks. Burnt toast and the aftertaste. Salt so much, no sweetness can adhere. Coarseness on cheeks, And... – *by Kumar Shubham*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

In the school of lonely thoughts,
The sunrays also felt like a derailed train.
Still on that wired bench
Which now tastes like salt on cheeks.
Burnt toast and the aftertaste.
Salt so much, no sweetness can adhere.
Coarseness on cheeks,
And...

– by Kumar Shubham

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