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Dec 2020
I fear that slowly I'll be abandoned by the world, maybe my corpse will earn no claims,
My irksome head hurts every second my heart pumps the blood in the veins,
Demure me, diving deeper into your ugly games was perceptibly losing grace,
You planned it all till here, made me so impotent that I cannot run the race.

It was your innocent eyes I was looking into, when you were digging my own grave,
It was your charm I was lost in, when you were triumphing in turning me into your slave,
My stifling body can't stop shouting your name but I know you won't answer my screams,
Because now you'll be gone, looking for other preys, not slay them but hunt their dreams.
Dedicated.
Written by
Vraj thakkar  19/M/India
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