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Jul 2018
Wet and drenched in rain
I left no words
I walked on heavy mountain

The summer buttered the street
She came towards me
Frozen nerves grew all heat

Thus I was her that last
No weekends were hungry disaster
Empty soul swallowed chain to cast
I should smell her uglier.
Sumanta Mishra
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Sumanta Mishra  22/M/Kolkata
(22/M/Kolkata)   
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