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May 2023
Are we not pieces in this Infinite Jigsaw.
Endlessly trying to fit in where we belong…
Some find their places at once.
Some  can never find their place.
And then this game ends.
Where some Puzzles are finished.
And Some Remain Incomplete.
Written by
A M  47/M/India
(47/M/India)   
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