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Nov 2018
I don't know why you
Walk behind
With a stick
To hit me on the head
Instead you could've strayed
From the way
Paving the way
For the mumbo-jumbo
To keep me in rubble
Of the political mumble
"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."-Paul Mccartney
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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