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Dec 2016
The secret to her happiness is love.
No, you are thinking wrong.
I am not her lover.
Not anymore.
Her love is objective.
It is ever-changing and variable.
She has loved many things.
Parents. Cousins. Friends. Siblings.
Boyfriends. Even girlfriends.
She is bi-curious if not bisexual.
HP Poem #1301
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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