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Mar 2018
They mumbled on me,
For something I never did.
You were my alibi there,
But you just disappeared.
Was my suavity the reason?
Or am i a knave to you?
I was in a daze,
And all I needed was a tender touch.
Don't know the reason for your wrath,
I can only blame these rotten days.
Sometimes the situation isn't that big and all we need is a tender touch.
Suraj singh
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Suraj singh  21/M/India
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