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Jun 2020
She is an amphetamine
Very mean when thirsty
She is the drive that I can go to
Living in the poorer quarters of New York
She is barely alive in the bed she is sleeping
How will she survive with all flowers in hair
That wilt when she is kind and thirsty
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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     ---, MS Anjaan and Bogdan Dragos
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