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Oct 2018
An edifice of your heart
Has a place
For the thorns of a dying rose
But face deserves
The roses
Straight from the cerise
Cerise meaning as red as the blood
That flows through the
Arteries accompanying
Our veins
"The future belongs to those who prepare for it today."-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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