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Jan 2019
Sarcastic waves
Flow
From the hands' rings
Four dungeons
Of heaven
How do the hells
Call out
From below
WOw
Well
She stair through
Winding routes
of the dungeons
Shelf broke from the hinges

She breaks the kitchen!
With a language
I cannot yield in her stitchin'
The Voodoo doll
Pinning it to his need
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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