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SILVER TONGUE | Poem | Monalisa Parida
The bench is alone in the park. There is nothing to do Except to reminisce about the Autumn and Spring, Your benevolent presence was enough In the permafrost mind. Now
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The bench is alone in the park. There is nothing to do Except to reminisce about the Autumn and Spring, Your benevolent presence was enough In the permafrost mind. Now

