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Jan 2020
When your lips run dry
You will sight the mirage of me.
You are in the desert baby,
Sand is all you will see.
You thought leaving me was the easy way out?
Guess you played yourself.
Varsha K
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Varsha K  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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