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Jun 14
He was found
Laying on the floor
Face down
With no note

Except for a cake made of rice
He had sent to his family
With a card saying that
He was sorry and here was some food

He thought they were after
The money
On the night he died
They were having dinner

While mother wondered when he'd be back
The child could see him right across the table
He was smiling
As if he was right there
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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