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Aug 2019
Peeking in, sitting by the half dug hole in the ground
Finding worms in the sand as if a can got open
I stare into the nothingness of this roots like labyrinth
Shovel resting on the side nudges to be put to use
Wait, hold on a little, while I decide to plant a seed or dig a grave
It would be a birth nonetheless, only followed by death
Ankita Gupta
Written by
Ankita Gupta  27/F
       ---, Crazy Diamond Kristy, vb and Bogdan Dragos
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