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Sep 2020
"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love"Β Β said peopleΒ Β 
The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was
She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past
They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones
But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt
The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...
Abeer
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Abeer  17/M/Mumbai
(17/M/Mumbai)   
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