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Nov 2017
The flowers in my room.
are drying out. a petal at a time.
Like they are counting days.
For someone's (your) arrival.
Or when they'll dry out. completely.
I wish if you could touch them ones.
and make them bloom. again.

It's always tough to see hope crashing.
And things taking final breath.
I've decided. I'll replace them.
The drying out flowers. with paper one.
Vishal Gupta
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Vishal Gupta  20/Kolkata
(20/Kolkata)   
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     Lior Gavra and Mack
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