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Sep 2019
She was the beauty
First lady for love
But made for someone else
Just to be owned
Her existence was a purpose
But not for her
Her duty was to love
But not to be loved
The love became pain
Beauty lost in rain
Now she is devil
Know as lost lilith....
Written by
Zoe  32/F/India
(32/F/India)   
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