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Jan 2021
She cure the sty
to my eye,
I can visually see her
even if I drank myself
into stupor,
So, never let the nature
to stymie on my feeling...
Never let the sun glower
to fall on the roof above
me, I will wish the
sunshine to defeat the
night and the darkness
in every sunrise and I
wish to welcome your
natty sayings
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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   Eshwara Prasad
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