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Jan 31
We all negotiate this precipice
In a file towards the same.

Some walk, some tiptoe.
We do it in our own way.

We all roll the dice.
We allΒ progress different,
when we play this game.

But in the end we’d be together...
Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.
ryn
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