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Jun 14
It's raining between the worlds.

Drops of sugar in the air
And the windows glazed with trust.

People fighting on the streets
Their blood colouring the rest.

The eyes are for the blind
But that's what they say.

It's raining between the worlds
Bullets and roses all come to greet.

"Shake the hands of what you may please"
Taking the hands we try to free.

Money is just a paper to fill your pocket
And your pride,
But it also keeps their hands clean
While we check our dimes.

But these must be lies,
That's what they say
Or else why would we live in a world we fake

What do you say?
Ayan Roy
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Ayan Roy  19/M
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