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Mar 2020
I will turn your
Destiny into plaster
When you find
Your servant is your master
You will be sculpted
By my hands and fingers
Painted lips of murmurs
The silence is almost colorful
Surely you will be a statue
A cruel work in a kind world
Made of alabaster
Wrapped around my finger
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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