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Jun 2020
Trimmings of lost intellect
In the garden
Charcoal paintings lie where I sleep
Burning coal curls my feet

In a deep sleep
I cannot feel heat or cold
Black or white
Maybe, time to color the world
Again. With red
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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       Shiv Pratap Pal, ---, G Alan Johnson, You've Been Timetabled, X and 5 others
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