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Nov 2018
These are the words keep me alive
Life keeps me in stirring poverty that cripples
Like a ballerina twisting and turning on her toes
Toes hurting by all the dancing and walking
Walking didn’t feel any slower
Waking up didn’t feel any different
Turning didn't make me feel prettier
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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