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Nov 2020
You now complain
that I have changed...
Darling!
don't you remember
What you told me?
that every time
We make love
we exchange - a trait
from each other...
and after all these years
I too
can't find myself
In me...
Written by
Hammad  35/M/Pakistan
(35/M/Pakistan)   
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