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Aug 2017
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Hours tick while I lie in bed and memories keep surfacing,
Chasing the fragrant wind coming from west to east placing

My panic free lungs continue to expand for air to inhale life
Since I am I as you are you, preparing to die free from strife

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
The Sick Red Carnation
Written by
The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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