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Sep 2018
Soluble like salt in water,
Temperature of sun that gets hotter and hotter.

A dead man who never comes back,
A 20 year old train with its last journey on the track.

The rusted strings of guitar which can't possibly be used,
The old man's life when he was a kid and all the fun that got him amused.

Decisions are like these things and can never be taken again,
If so would happen then infants would never turn into men.
Arry
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Arry  15/M/India
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