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Apr 2017
The burnt nights,
showed as black around his eyes.
Unkempt, without a fight
the only frown in a city of smiles.
A walking blackhole
where dreams meet their demise.
Letting go has taken a toll
and not moving on came at a price.
MAYUR
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MAYUR  26/M/INDIA
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