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Apr 2020
I penetrate, when my pen iterate
As I paint it red, killing thoughts of you
Pages out of space, such a weird case
As this paper trace, every pain it read 
Even though I hate, it's an essence of you
Every word of hate I put on paper will have an essence of you.
Nishant Rawat
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Nishant Rawat  28/M/Bengaluru, India
(28/M/Bengaluru, India)   
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     Holly D, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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