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Dec 2016
it was snow.
all days my memories blow,
i was born orphan
i thought i would be loved often.
i knew that care was something,
when people gave me nothing.
i grew up like all,
to rise from my fall.
i knew that winter gave all pain,
but now it made a life full of vein...
jyotikamarine
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jyotikamarine
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   --- and Valsa George
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