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Aug 2019
Get out of my inorganic hand
Get on with your organic life
I can't keep holding on to your tears and talent for eclipses
Ambition and dreams
Wild living and dull death has strayed from its highways
We are holding on to your distant dream oh loved ones
Unknown thoughts linger and follow you in the machine heart on wheels
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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