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Apr 12
I am close to comfort-
My lights shine.
I see the screen of words,
they seem to die, each minute.

What if the words are not sounds?
but a vision locked in my mind?
Silly questions.

I understand.
Time and more  Time
for days and works of hands.
Crescent bays, megapixels.

Zooming.
AngshumanChakravarty
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AngshumanChakravarty  23/M/India, Kolkata.
(23/M/India, Kolkata.)   
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