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Sep 2018
You left without a word,
It hurt,
I swallowed  it like a bitter pill.
I carry a fake smile,
I lead my normal life as if nothing has happened,
I tell one and all you are my past.
But, every evening I await for you at the front door,
Thinking why you have not come  as yet.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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