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Mar 2018
Morning
Mornings are radiant,
But clouds do hover-
Mornings do I love,
Till morning makes me blind,
For the rest of time
Mornings are cruel,
As it unravels the visage.
Written by
Mayukh Saha  18/M/Utopia
(18/M/Utopia)   
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