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Jul 2017
These signs always come in way,
Why do they come,
Why do they mean something,
These irritating signs,
Those indicators which hinder your freedom,
Freedom? Why there's freedom,
Signs,why they always **** the thrill,
Floating around like butterflies,
But irritating,
Is it real or delusion like yourself.
Written by
kshitiz mehra  shimla,india.
(shimla,india.)   
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