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Jan 2020
She touches nature within
She is a high cloud on a dull plateau
She runs like the wind
She is all around

We made water out of stone, son of man
Making you and I possible
She is everything love could possibly be
She is April, the kindest month
Once more cruel
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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