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Nov 2020
love was she, in its purest form
but the mere vice of loving stirs a thousand storms
for the love that he labors, the love that he tries
cannot compare to the love in her eyes
not sure if you noticed, but its about love
pat v
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pat v  19/F/ph
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   Ubyjude Josh and Eshwara Prasad
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