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Sep 2015
My thoughts wander without destination
At three a.m. in the night,
I wish they'd come home,
For it feels like I haven't slept in years,
And have forgotten the pleasure
Of watching the sun rise.
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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   Alexandra Provan
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