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Jul 2020
The troughs of her wavy hair,
perfectly fitted the grip of his fist.

The more he pulled,
the shorter they grew.

Loved to paint the walls,
with the anything she cooked.

Everyone's got a way to express love,
well not like others his way was a little rough.

He said "I'll love you until I die",
ironically his love was the reason of her demise.
Written by
Akriti  23/Cisgender Female/INDIA
(23/Cisgender Female/INDIA)   
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     ---, Sushant and Nidhi Jaiswal
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