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Oct 2018
In a silent movie
Under the stairs
Through the right
Till bringing theft
To the floor
Close by the room
Still holding my cards
Greedily
Bleeding by the tyres
Counting my keys
Turn the key slowly
Unlocks the door
Of my car
I hope to star
In a film
Of my making
Next to the light
Of a promising future
With a girl
In a silent movie
"Cinema's a matter of what's in the frame and what's in the frame whats out."-Martin Scorcese
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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