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Aug 2014
As buildings and tea stalls
and compiled garbage
passed by us, and led to other
buildings and tea stalls
and compiled garbage,
it was clear that the road ahead had many
turns and twists.

It was clear that
if, and only if, we went straight
we'd end up colliding into a building, or a tea stall,
or compiled garbage.

But fortunately for us,
  we know better.
I resented that day that we hadn't had enough rickshaw rides together.
Tilok Adnan
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Tilok Adnan  28/M
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