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Jun 2023
The red colour of valentine
The saint was caught up with a fine
For driving too fast to save me
From my inevitable death
And we'll have a blue room
Cover it, in a fish bowl
"Would you like to eat something?"
I must turn on the radio before
The bowl fills up with Lead as the saint wished it to be
"And there goes Nirvana who just finished touring from their last concert in Zurich in the cold winter of '89 and turning on a wild display of...."
Abeer
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Abeer  18/M/Mumbai
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