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Apr 2018
How does one overcome/
That sense/ ./of loneliness:
every second           /I tread
the grave of a past/self...
/have you a             piece/
of your heart,   empty/.
being /chewed up and
spat out/ by carrion birds
anusha
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anusha  17/F
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