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Jun 2018
I crave for saying your name out in public
But I can't.
Why?

But,
I say it alone every night
Looking towards the ceiling
Still silently
Countless times
It sounds sweet
Every **** time!
And slowly fall asleep.
Written by
Saiful Islam  M/Dhaka, Bangladesh
(M/Dhaka, Bangladesh)   
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   Kanishka
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