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Another Year

  • ayanchakraborty250
  • Jan 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

The boxes and the brains

Hoppers before sunrise and between little few lines of use.

Love comes in many forms in a year accursed.

Marking steps while you toast on days that take away less than what you would give.

Recount losses as you sleep off before the dead

Or look behind a year's ruse.

 
 
 

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