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Aryaman
Poems
Feb 2023
Distance
Through the nights, when I don't come home on time,
Peeking through the door, I see your hands wished they were in mine,
Your eyes go moist, and you nose turns wine red,
Sorry but I have this life,
That ***** with me ******* you,
That hates me loving you,
That loves me far from you.
Written by
Aryaman
16/M/India
(16/M/India)
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