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Nikil Nanda Jan 2017
Light is fastest
Love is slowest..
Feelings are same
But in Different ways..
Her hatred is a curse
Which I can't reminisce ..
We used to be strangers once
And now we really are(pretending)..
Glances once used to be a magic
Now they've become tragic..

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