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Dec 2016
Broken was the way it felt,
Betrayal was a word on the edge.
But known it was that,
Fault there wasn't any.

No promises were made,
there was no meeting of minds.
So how to enforce,
a contract never made.

Naive it is to brood.
Lost one has,
only a perception.
But is 'only' a word apt?

Belief without understanding,
that's how to term it.
The perception one had,
a perception based on facts incomplete.

Answer I can't,
because vanity still holds,
me in its grip tight.
Written by
Ananye Krishna  22/M/Varanasi
(22/M/Varanasi)   
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