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Mar 2019
“The ******* I meet ,
Are like the punches I could not defeat ,
The precious diamonds I see ,
Are like the monsters I feed  ,
The creepy sounds I hear,
Are like the last words I couldn't  free,
The alcoholic souls I plea ,
Are like the crucifiers with whom i sleep....”

~ Sakshi rawat
Sakshi rawat
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   Benzene
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