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Jul 2019
when you’re about to speak
but you remember your opinion
will go nowhere
nobody will listen, nobody will be here
you’re alone in a noisy room
a room full of people
with their ears closed
even their hearts
are just as cold as the night you were born
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Lama  25/F
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   Shiv Pratap Pal
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