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Sep 2018
You and me a team,
Us against the world.
Finishing each other's sentences,
Sometimes even the words.

The play of the king and the knight,
Choosing the weapons,
A sword and a knife.
Rough house play room,
And the adorable way we used to fight.

Two halves of one heart,
Not angels nor demons could pull us apart.
Indulgence of weird cravings,
Not leaving the other behind.

Holding the eye contact a bit longer.
The connection between us started to strengthen.
The desire and longing I started to feel.
One touch of yours could make my bruises heal.
Hanging over your every word..
Oh baby you did,
You pierced me with your beloved sword.
The weapon of my choice remained forgotten.
Just like our love being forbidden.

The foundation we built,
Couldn't hold itself ..
The storm inside you broke everything ,
Destroyed it in the process.
Collapsing...meeting the dust.
The friendship of ours begun to rust.

I gave you my heart,
Left it in your feet.
I started to move forward,
You started to retreat.

Now,you're back...
Flashing those dimples.
The dynamics of our friendship has changed.
Not quite as simple.
Asking for the second chance.
Don't know I can provide.
Can't hold it inside anymore,
The feelings you want me to hide.
A stranger's face with the familiar eyes.
Memories flashing ...
With your goofy smile.

You pierced my heart once again
But this time with a knife.
Gulishta
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Gulishta  28/F
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     Sonia Ettyang, Imran Islam, --- and A M
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