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Mar 8
As the clock ticks 12
I go out to enjoy
the cold midnight breeze
the sky isn't clear
but nor is my head
the stars sure were beautiful
but the clouds are too
i guess
everything has its season
but not a reason
Mina
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Mina  16/M/Earth
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay and rick
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