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Mar 2018
As compulsion.
Love for broken glasses,
Though it bleed,
Was her own choice.
To live in the broken dreams,
Was her choice?
"Better a compulsion of love,
To bleed and love."
Written by
Mayukh Saha  18/M/Utopia
(18/M/Utopia)   
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