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Dec 2019
She walked in quietly
leaving the door of my soul
ajar
As if she was
a gush of cold wind
blowing through the bleak
horizons of my heart

and often when she leaves
I feel my soul burning
with a love
(that is both cold and stark)
Written by
Anmol Mago  17/M/India
(17/M/India)   
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