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Jan 2018
There are days
when i pick up
the shattered
memories. yours

And then again
there are days
when i pick up
my pieces. broken.

And at times,
I just let things go.
For holding things
less real. hurts.

I turn to the
fate and destiny.
blaming them and
naming them.
Vishal Gupta
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Vishal Gupta  20/Kolkata
(20/Kolkata)   
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