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Mar 2015
I held a key once,
It was beautifully golden,
With diamonds encased in its body,
The mere sight caused thoughts I’d stole it.

I spent an eternity searching,
For the one lock it fits,
But after countless attempts,
--I began to question it.

Will I ever find my match?
Does one truly exist?
Have I been blindly mistaken?
And my mate is opposite of what I think it is?
The one you are supposed to be with is not always the one you think.
Poetic Artiste
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Poetic Artiste  32/F/Boston
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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