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Jul 2020
There is a bird
On my window
Without a song
The room is dead
It has been for long
A furlong farther
You will find a raven
Her claws and feather
Are made of fear and loathing
Soon she shall look
The other way
When the sun sets
The dead will wake up
The dead
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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