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Meghna Gulati

Writer| Cheesily Romantic| Friends are Life| Optimistically Suicidal| 53| Crazily Philosophical| Editor, The ‘Zine

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    Canvas.

    There lived a girl, All of sixteen. A mansion, she inhabited.There lived a girl, All of sixteen. A mansion, she inhabited. She loved to draw, To sketch, and paint. She’d carve lines, Endlessly. Her brush molded into her hand, The touch- soft and delicate. And in those moments, She felt complete, Distracted from everything else. She’d put her blade to rest, And held her art against the light. To examine the arm that was her canvas, And the blade that was her brush.
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    Dear A.

    Spoken word.
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      Canvas.

      There lived a girl, All of sixteen. A mansion, she inhabited.
      Meghna Gulati1 min read

        Her Writing Connects.

        The Way Horizons Would Join With The Ocean, The Way Two Notes Of Music Would Meld With Each Other, The Way You Would "Know" About Something…
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