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Aug 2019
I am bringin' to your sudden curious
******* your thumb
On your lap curled up into chemical lingering
Bad smells, and turn out your American flag again
I abuse the perfume and  press the bended knees
Time crept into my space
Hide in my skin, it wouldn't **** lose you
Time is going a bit too far, far, far
Flying like imagination, I stay
Exploring like coyotes and birds, bubbles in my blood oxygenating my soul
Noisome, we made flowers out of our hair and cut wires out of well-cared tools
Escaped the fire of killing many, saying we escaped as one
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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