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May 2018
He talked, she blushed.
He muted, she understood.
He blamed, she reacted.
He betrayed, she shattered.
He spoke for patch up,
This time she broke his heart.
"But why?" He asked.
"All game of words my dear.
That was your turn, and this is mine."
Moumita Mitra
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Moumita Mitra  28/F/India
(28/F/India)   
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