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Apr 2015
What hurt more than anything else,
Was seeing you lay there,
And knowing you'll never wake,
With glance at those glassy eyes,
Crept in grief that weighed a ton,
It all crashed down at last,
When the flames consumed everything.
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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