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He is on ventilator I am at the window He is in hospital Close to the grave I am in hostel Close to the college I am opening book He is closing bible He is breathing out I am breathing in His ventilator is shut My window is opened He is eighty I am eighteen He is diseased I am besieged He lost ground I am gaining ground He is my grandfather Who led a grand life I am his grandson Left to lead a branded life
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
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He is on ventilator I am at the window He is in hospital Close to the grave I am in hostel Close to the college I am opening book He is closing bible He is breathing out I am breathing in His ventilator is shut My window is opened He is eighty I am eighteen He is diseased I am besieged He lost ground I am gaining ground He is my grandfather Who led a grand life I am his grandson Left to lead a branded life
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
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