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Dec 2023
On the very first day,
I wore that white coat
for its true purpose
my father's cheeks were
wet with tears.
They fell despite his resistance
  for that year the rain had been too much
and the dam had been worn down by dreams
and the white coat was a beautiful rainbow.
Written by
Anugraha
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