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Mar 2021
In this game of lame dispute
And blames
It's foolish to claim
Something we can never have
No hope shall waft thee,
Put out the flame
Play the hurt game
And the heart will get maimed
It's a crying shame
For I don't feel the same
Like I used to
When you gave me this pen name.
XnwxrMxlik
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XnwxrMxlik  22/M/Mumbai, India
(22/M/Mumbai, India)   
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