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When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
We grew apart;
With bruises in our hearts.
We were fated;
To be separated.
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en,
t h e   k i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den;  
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Love is a tragedy!
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hope has a still, small voice
 Sep 2020 Harsha Sachdev
astrid
the more i come to terms
that you aren’t coming back
the more my heart breaks

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