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May 2020
These people meet so effortlessly
When will I make contact
With somebody
The universe sends signs
I am the only one it denies
Now I have an opportunity
To bring my ideas to light
How will I leave the dark
I need a place in this city
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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