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Aug 2019
We fall, we rise
We seek shelter, bite the dust
We ride the wind, and
If we follow the tides
We could see the end of the tunnel
O' more vividly clouds
Leaving the house of prayer looking like masters of war
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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