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Aug 2015
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It is by all means a vital *****
Sends blood to nourish thankless limbs
Despite how it aches
Sustains the unquenchable brain
Purifies
And now,
Mine is all aflutter.
Written by
Z  India
(India)   
324
   --- and its gonna make sense
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