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Aug 2021
In this game of fencing
   I was teaching her different styles..

She learnt with an open heart
   Was a sponge in disguise..

Like a choreographed dance
    With rythmic beats with rhyme..

And when all of it was done
     She killed me with a perfect strike.
Gulishta
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Gulishta  28/F
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