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3d
He held my hand, then held his gun,
Chose the war, and faced the sun.
I gave him love, he gave a fight—
Now I sleep cold, he sleeps in light.
Aayush ganjeer
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Aayush ganjeer  18/M
(18/M)   
18
   Kalliope and Zeno
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