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Feb 2019
May be this is our last night.
May be this is the last sight.
I am going to outworn,
the furnace of twilight.
Let's not clear the nets of,
wrong and right.
May be this is our last night.
Written by
Pallavi  36/F/India
(36/F/India)   
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     Melancholy of Innocence, --- and nivek
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