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Aug 2012
When I die,
tell me something
how many tears
will you keep aside?

Purple tears
will be nice.
I do like them.

Miss me,
but not so much
that you can’t move on.

Don’t mourn
too much.
You are the living
and such is life.
Anjee Bhatia
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