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Apr 2017
All these words I scribble,
In hopes of gaining lost love.
All these thoughts I dribble,
In hopes of scoring some baskets.
All these nails I nibble,
In hopes of eating myself.
All is in vain as I won't be loved.
My HP Poem #1479
©Atul Kaushal
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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