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Mar 2017
Job
but when the night sets in,
and you wash the disgust off your face,
the eyes in mirror are just not looking to admire
that pretty face,they ask for dreams once promised
this job is going to save you from everyone
but who is going to save you from yourself?
Shashank Bhardwaj
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Shashank Bhardwaj  25/M/Delhi
(25/M/Delhi)   
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