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May 2015
At night,
the grey clouds of
her dark memories
cover her sky.
As it gets darker,
rain starts to fall on her face
washing
her kohled eyes,
staining
an already leaden pillow.
Sa
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Sa  India
(India)   
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay and axr
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