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May 2019
That blue cloud I used to stare at, Poured on me all day.

I have a smile so wide,
And a tingling feeling in my gut.

Will it last forever,
or I won't see it again.
Kriya Artha
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Kriya Artha  35/F/San Francisco
(35/F/San Francisco)   
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