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Jun 29
love was unknown to me,
like the girl who saw
the same piece of jewelry everyday,
as she passed the same crossroad for home
but never felt it on her skin.
for it's too costly than the mint paper
and too cheap for an open heart.
Himangshu Singh
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Himangshu Singh  18/M
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