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Dec 2019
I drowsed on the black floors
Of my mind's whine despair
Muddled in my dreams
Persisting in fondled baggage
Baggage of this cruel world

Fragment of its insane voice
Yet penetrated in my beaming world
In those shades of deplored nights
Hands sticked to each other
Dark yet vivid it was
The summer we met
Sampreeta Subhakanshi
Written by
Sampreeta Subhakanshi  16/F/Odisha, India
(16/F/Odisha, India)   
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   ---, Shiv Pratap Pal and ---
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