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Oct 2020
Destined to rot away
in  woeful echoes that stay,
the promises left behind
burn my guts ,unkind
like your words for me
as I fade away the tree
of the dreams that I build
to be just be slid
into the pigeonhole
that they earnestly patrol.
stereotypes can ruin people
-elixir-
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-elixir-  22/F
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   Sk Abdul Aziz, --- and Aparna
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