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May 2013
Behind the dusty glass,
My corpse from that halcyon moment
Stands mockingly frozen,
A relic of your glory
That began and ended my story.
I lived just in that moment
Pride glowed on your face,
And died a trophy in your showcase!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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