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Apr 12
I want to travel behind,
Backwards to that time,
When you were mine,
And I was your crime.

Breaking up was routine,
And so was making up,
Then a calamity struck,
And I survive to live a half-life.
My HP Poem #1922
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  30/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(30/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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