My heart is one part predatorAnd one part saint!Most of it is crazyAnd a little bit too saneIt falls for allBut beats for noneIt’s one part brokenStill shoots like a machine gun!
—Jaishree Garg
I run to the high mountainsI pour my heart out to the skiesI sing of the summer songWhile the sky above dance in the yellow light.The cool breeze fools the sun aboveTakes a run, wins...
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