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Jan 2019
Seeing the bed, I realized
no more bed talks.
Seeing the closet, I realized
No more fight for space.
Seeing the shoe rack, I realized
no more piled up shoes.
Seeing the door,I realized
Move on,people will come and go.
Zombie
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Zombie  Bangalore
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