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May 2023
I'm dancing on a battlefield tomorrow
Does it help to scream ere comes dawn
Would you usurp clothes and boots torn between electric fences and memories?
Or would you stop dancing and meet death while she is busy?
Abeer
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Abeer  18/M/Mumbai
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