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Nov 2018
Wild and free
Wondering through
The pressed fields
Of trees
That should have been there
To hold guerrilla hats
Yesterday
Left with the search
For innocence
Intermittently
Overcome
With mature loving
And empathy
Too
I know you are here to **** me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to **** a man.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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