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Jan 2017
Soul and blood,
He thought love was.
Compromise, and maturity,
She thought love was.
They, sometimes bled.
Emotions wept,
Practicality laughed.
Even I can't image its abstraction
Budhaditya Bose
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Budhaditya Bose  India
(India)   
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