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May 2022
If only I knew,
My house was burning,
I was delusional,
If only i knew.

The truth was I cried not about your smile,
Nor your kisses on my forehead,
I shed my tears for a little me.

She sat on a pyre and burnt herself.
Sukanya Basu
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Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
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