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May 2014
Good morning* her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.

It happens someday my mind goes messy
And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee
Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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