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Sep 2014
light,
I see them walking
i see them talking
Me and my friends just play standing.

Its dark and we stand
I see them walking
i see them talking

When its late ,
the lonely road keeps them stranded
That one person with no talks
Scared,
and he walks.
Ojasvi Singh
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Ojasvi Singh  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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