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Aug 2019
So the music makes me speak
So the seldom spoken
Listens to you
Like wind storms meditating on onset of depression
Gloomy like specious doubt of better times, and the days change
Like that trembling hand that cuts the cake every birthday and every marriage
These are all numbers that can lose meaning after a while
See you after a while.
Catch you on the Martian
Serenity teach me how to pass the time
Caught by the anticipation
Stop at the seminal day, and sermons of Sundays
I might educate my state of nations, with my subjective mind
Subject to notions of time and invective, passing by the time
Cutting my life shorter without adding my life to the road of life
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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