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Oct 2018
Fire's out
In the tree covers
No goods stolen
Only shade under trees
Still financed easily
And paper's weary
Burned out
Searching for ice caps
Head is in a thunderous dream
And blankets it's sleep in the blinding breeze
Even the paintings
With colluding creativity
When polity finds it's gravity
Like mockingbirds in the trees
There must be people who remember World War II and the Holocaust who can help us get out of this rut.-Martin Scorcese
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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