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Oct 2020
The  full moon laughed like a ghost
Scared, I collect all the rusty stars.
Light the orphan stars with kerosene
and chase the green darkness of isolation.
Written by
Al Rashid Kingshuk  32/M/Dhaka
(32/M/Dhaka)   
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