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Jul 2015
Sometimes it's about the peace,
Sometimes it's the need for space,
Sometimes it's a breath of fresh air,
Sometimes it's just the ruminant memoirs
And a dying call of the glittering past……
Chandrima banerjee
Written by
Chandrima banerjee  India
(India)   
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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