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Premonition

Sitting on a chair, gushness in open air

In the gloomy night whereas, everything is full of its might

Enjoying the trickles of nature bestowed for wholly creatures 

I closed my eyes, had a premoniton

I am in the place where no one is alive

Hence, only me and my little desires.

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