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Mar 2018
Do not tell me your secrets.
Do not open your heart.
I have done same mistakes.
The boundaries that you erase
for the sake of love,
can never be made again.
It is a sad thing to bear
for you will always feel the hands
of your love
whispering of death.
They leave everytime
and yet death doesn’t come.
Nayana Nair
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Nayana Nair  24/F/Bangalore
(24/F/Bangalore)   
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