= P r e s e n t =
In all the colours of the world,
In every corner of my heart,
I’ve written an amalgamation of memory,
That hasn’t yet begun,
It’s the burden I bear,
Where a heart skips a beat,
I present myself to you,
As keenly as I can,
With no colour in my world,
With no corners to my heart.





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