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May 2020
I loved thee,
There was something
That stopped me.
What happened,
when my love confessed?
She opposed believing me.
Or may feel bored.
She valued me
There was a misgiving,
That frightened me.
What happened
when we both detached?
She went leaving me,
Or may feel completed.
now, I am alone isolated.
MD Nayeemur Rahman
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MD Nayeemur Rahman
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