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Apr 2020
Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure
Part 7
To live is the rarest thing in the world. So people exist, that is all.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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       ---, Carlo C Gomez, Aditya Roy and Thomas W Case
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