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Nov 2018
Prices of keeping
The commodities cold
My meats
Stay in the deli
Meant for family
Later I realized
Someone needy
Had to steal
I have stolen before
Never before for myself
I belonged to disease
And disease needs a cure
And I sell cured meats
Now
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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