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Mar 2017
She left him to rot in his dear loneliness,
He spends his life trying to move on,
Exhausted he is with all his love.

Into the depths of loneliness he's lost,
She moved on easily but he could not.

A** perfectly straight man he is.

Loving her through his times,
Excelling through wit & work,
Setting her as his ultimate aim,
Beautiful she was a young dream,
Into hers all his life got pent up,
A new lease of life he searches,
Now is the time to be happy.
My HP Poem #1470
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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