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Oct 2018
The moon shined upon her
Yet she was upset
The cold breeze kissed her
Yet she felt nothing
The flies lighted only for her
Yet she was dark
For she had lost love
Which died with her dreams.
Her love died with her dreams.
Oshit Kul Ratan
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Oshit Kul Ratan  27/M/Pilibhit, (U.P), INDIA
(27/M/Pilibhit, (U.P), INDIA)   
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