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May 26
Fourth floor is high enough to
Know the depth of happiness
Among the kids returning from school
Or playground, chanting nonchalantly,
And sometimes bursting into hysterical seizures while I spy from a window of several inches, but not mammoth enough to bind me to the severity of approaching adulthood.
SL
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SL  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
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