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Apr 2020
Hapless
Her hair sits
On her face
A bodice of ice
An eye of glass
Behind lurks a fire waiting
To be put out
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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