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Jun 2021
Hope is so warmly cruel.
It would hold up a lamp in my fiery heart,
And light up my lonely universe.
Being a noble fool that I am,
I exchange my vernal sunshine for the frosty moonlight.
Healer
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Healer  22/F/Mumbai
(22/F/Mumbai)   
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