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Apr 2019
Not enough, your love.
You were the most natural
thing happened to me.

Never aging-your
smile, when you walk in grief.
We turned strangers.

Long back there was a
tiff between the two soldiers.
None wanted a ****.
Written by
Satsih Verma
74
       Sukanya Sinha Roy and Serendipity
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