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May 2016
life is a soup
and you don't get to choose its flavour
sweet or sour you **** it from a spoon
it dribbles down your chin
and stains your freshly washed shirt

so the only answer you get
don't worry about your shirt.
Written by
nivek
451
     ---, nivek, ---, Brother Jimmy and RK
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