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Noted Nest

The Shadows of Past

By Tanishka Ujawane



The shadows of past,

Creeped into my present;

They haunted me,

Ghosted me,

Just the way I had.

The ghastly terror,

The fumbling fear,

Trembling my steps at mention,

A sudden increase in the atmospheric tension.


By Tanishka Ujawane



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