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Dead Name

Come on, tell me what will be in your head,
When you lose your beauty on your deathbed
When you finally smell salty and sour,
Looking at hospital flowers in their final hours
Your knees tremble from within, underneath the fleece
I wish in your next life, you finally reach peace
Exhibit the woman you want to exhibit,
Without the dead name, Ahbijeet

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