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Jan 2016
Sunken in the grim thoughts,
This mind goes adrift to Never Land,
Never never never land.

Stolen can't be sanity's token,
There I will not be even a day older,
Forever ever ever land.
My HP Poem #986
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül
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Äŧül  29/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(29/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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