A bevy of stained minds
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my valiant soul
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins. View all posts by my valiant soul
MY VALIANT SOUL 
Mind-blowing.. so so well done.. π²πππΌππΌ….
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Thank you.
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Beautifully portrayed and the last few lines were beautifying this. Keep writing!
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Thankyou so much.
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Here, I sit and survive.
Yes. β€
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You know it.β€οΈ
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Chef, artist , musician, traveller . Guess each of your roles contributed whereas writer was conducting their orchestra
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The end β€οΈβ€οΈ
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Awesome
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One of my favorite poems of all time. This is truly a monumental of poetic flavor. π
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Thankyou Charlie.
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You are so welcome. π
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Heartfelt. π€
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Thank you!!
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