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Jun 2017
Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time 
          I was going to 
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt 
          like I will go deaf. 
          Instead I went 
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams 
slowly faded.
Arpan Rathod
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