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Jan 2016
No sound is made,
When dreams shatter,
Just eerie silence.

No physical wounds,
When hearts are broken,
Just silent tears.
My HP Poem #954
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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