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Nov 2020
Soon, our love would turn into dust, I could not breath
Yet, I looked saw behind those facades of "perfect"
Her bright smile became an image that would reflect
Soon, the calm lake had two fish floating, dead
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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     Sheila Haskins and Martin Bond
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