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May 2023
You don't deserve what you abide
It's so dangerous to play with your words, remember when
The moon grew older than our others
In the corner Kepler scratching his head
To see the moon sulking, singing
"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour"
Abeer
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Abeer  17/M/Mumbai
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