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Jul 2020
“whenever the sky is crying,
it means that i’m mourning
so you should feel the guilt,
until you die and wilt.”
—it was the sweetest epitaph
for her who died alone
and became a lone
even in her afterlife.
Written by
   Imran Islam
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