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The Echo of Ink
A poetry blog by Noopur Vasuraj
Scream
I looked at you, just out of reach of my wanting hands; my words of desire silenced by your distance. And in the desperate moments I needed your voice to be more than just a dream, I realized why unrequited love feels like a silent scream. ~N.V.
Noopur Vasuraj
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