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Jan 2019
Out of light,
In my sight,
A ghost in your voice,
Whispering lies.
Of a bed, of walls,
To be shared till we fall;
Of two who would not part,
Till either of us, the Reaper called.
Arjun Tyagi
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Arjun Tyagi  24/M/New Delhi, India
(24/M/New Delhi, India)   
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