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Oct 2018
Shades pass me as I stand on the street,
Dark blurry unfamiliar faces,
They melt into a grand pile of dark matter,
The one Iā€™m trying not to be a part of

And in the end, I stand alone,
On the outside only?... or on the inside as well?
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   Shruti Dadhich
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