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Dec 2020
It was an apocalypse
When we met,
If we didn't I'd regret
The way you said you'd die
Or when you held me and we cried
Apocalypse,
Honey we will build and build and break
You took my heart,
What else left is to take.

Apocalypse,
I'd regret how I touched your lips,
Apocalypse,
Honey I miss your kiss,

Apocalypse,
To touch and touch and hold you tight
Apocalypse,

I regret when you said goodbye.
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
(23/F/Nowhere)   
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