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Feb 2018
Sometime I feel,
I am dead
Then,
I pinch
Myself.

Sometime I feel pain
Sometime, I don’t

Often
I live, I die.

Finally
I turned my head around,
Too many figures.
Then
asked myself,
If I am dead,
What they are?

Once,
I used to live.
Once,
They used to live.

For a reason.
Theme: Autobiography. when, nothing matters.
Mystic Ink Plus
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Mystic Ink Plus  M/Nepal
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