Between the Unsaid words and The un-spilled colors.
With our ego. We carved our ways, Out of a blank paper.
Guess, Of all the paintings, We could have been-
We were destined, Only till the Blinding white.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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