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 I am on a seeming edge.

Being watched over by the guards of disguist.

I move every step with bit of scepticism and distrust.

Veiled over by dust.

I couldn't see a place where I could rest.

But gradually mist started to fade.

As I opened the gates.

Which unleashed the monster who took over the whole space.

In search of his preys.

A horror creeped over him.

He startled and started to freeze.

Soon he melted and flooded us all.

I rowed the boat in hurry.

But soon the watchers sprouted from the water.

To submerge my boat .

Where everything crumbled.

An oblivion stumbled.

My fears started to seep in.

They soon turned into nightmare.

Reaping the horrid fruits which I couldn't bear.

Experiencing things which I never dared.

Realizing my reality is deeply layered.

As my perceptions are snared  

To redeem my innocence 

To get it out of the claws of menace.

I created a world which sprinkled serene ambience.













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