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Apr 2020
Night
A lascivious laughter in darkness.
Who's she?
Neither the mother nor the sister
Hands like to touch her breast
But sound of a road roller, crushing pebbles
Often rob my silence.
Rana roy
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Rana roy  50/M/India
(50/M/India)   
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