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Oct 2022
We were letters that burned in the same fireplace
Our stamps were different, yours was a pound
I was just a few pennies for your thoughts
In a race

You're always questioning the order
I always follow you and end up in trouble
We are looking for cure-alls and bursting bubbles
You've taught me to separate the liars

Some lie to steal and others lie to live
While you have stolen, you never lied to me
I know you may be part of my destiny
But we will never be together while we live

If we meet again, we'll be together
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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