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Jun 2020
I was under the spell,
The spell of love,
Forgot how much I had bled
In churning out a new me for you,
How often do you get your wishes fulfilled
from up above?
I thought I was happy,
Now I often repent the path that I had tread.
Shubhankar Mathur
Written by
Shubhankar Mathur  25/M/India
(25/M/India)   
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     Fawn and Em MacKenzie
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