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Jan 20
The coldest winter is here
Flowers have wilted
Friends have been gone for years
The heart cries its silent tears

There's an escape sometimes
After all time's too quick
For me to carry the weight
I tell myself that it'll be alright

If winter's goes, can spring be far behind?
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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   Frances E McClelland
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