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Nov 2015
Never know, if i can love what i have
Want to know, what more do i have?
Does this nature know,
                          I'm not me who i was last day

Singing with cry of love
Moaning with miss of mirth

I'm not me,who i was
last second, last minute

As every breath i take,
is not complete with miss of my love.
On the  death of an endeared one.
Abhinay Renny
Written by
Abhinay Renny  India
(India)   
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   Lizley and Dead lover
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