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Nov 2020
Have you forecasted a glimpse into tomorrow's
Embarrassment and read the paper
Only to have the headlines say it is going to rain

That's how my life is like without the dough
Without the rainbows, petrichor
It is an endless flood of melancholic pain

****, it's winter
Not the pompous fellow.
Words' Worth
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Words' Worth  22/M/New Delhi, India
(22/M/New Delhi, India)   
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