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Jun 2023
The moon felt no rest, crest of distress
Felt like it's her purpose to say nothing
Hang herself signing a lullaby putting us in sleep
The laughter echoes out of my spacesuit
Abeer
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Abeer  18/M/Mumbai
(18/M/Mumbai)   
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   --- and Sarita Aditya Verma
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