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Dec 2017
Her
The fence made of poison was built
Nowhere to go but stuck inside with guilt

Who I loved blemishes who I was

As the rails grew big and tall
I lay there still afraid I'll fall

The love for him from my heart abate
As her illicit one was written in fate
Nayana Kb
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Nayana Kb  17/F/Bangalore
(17/F/Bangalore)   
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