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Doors have become trees, bars of a cell, blocking my way drooping branches a noose, a wreath.
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
wreath
Doors have become trees, bars of a cell, blocking my way drooping branches a noose, a wreath.
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M/Gurgaon India
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
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