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Want to sate those chaos that does not let you sleep?

 Worry No More! Midnight Cravings welcomes you in its humble abode to give you your much needed release of  itzsy bitszy fantasies and wraps you up in blankets of warm words. Well, sometimes it might be the coolness of solitude but never uncomfortable. 

Midnight Cravings is a self-healing compilations of Poems, Short Stories, Everyday-hustle, Observations and anything that interests an artistic mind with a savage soul. Enjoy your time here and keep me in your cravings.❤
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