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Sep 2013
2o’clock and still no sleep
Mind on fire agonies creep
I go out in night, stand on the street
My mates are surprised, I feed them biscuit.

Refreshed and healed, come back to bed
Mind’s fire doused, I find the lost thread.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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