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Jul 2014
For every earnest question
Your response lacked conviction
An adroit silent escape
Saying that’s how I am made
Is like hammering my gentle trust
Leaving my crackled heart in crust
Just like your dire attempts to woo a foe
I wanted a fraction of that attention you know
I still in hope, of being understood
later or soon
Follow you like a goon!
Bharti Singh
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Bharti Singh
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