Utsav Patel Biography

On a grimmest evening...
Salty breeze was blowing...
Cacophony of birdcall was provoking...
That aroma;
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Inside me....
A killer is king...
This reign will make me strong...
Strong enough to heal my wounds...
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I was a teddy once 
now i am a junk 
sitting in a junk yard 
I found myself like a 
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I can not decide...
This is isolation or its loneliness...
Is it emptiness? ?
What is that? ?
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A song in your sacred veins...
Lyrics in your sapphire eyes...
Tune in your windy hairs...
Beat in your tiny heart...
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