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Oct 2013
"Go find out what they were wearing,
I've slain them down and now you can do the last rites,
And do let me know what they were wearing all this while."

"These are nothing,
But just masks,
Masks, My Master."
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"Set them afire,
The masks too!"
My HP Poem #442
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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