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Dec 2018
I met a man once who hummed his sorrows,
He Wore blue jeans and tight shirts.
         Lived on the edge of the earth
and argued with destiny.
I would ask, "where are you going"
he would respond with a shrug and smirk,
"*******"

he knows what he is.
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Nadai  122/F
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