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Sudipta Maity Sep 2018
Sometime,
we missed a day
that never came
We cried for a fight
that we’d never had
Dreamed for a love
that never happened
Smell  a dress
that she had never wear.
Feel those lips
Those were never touched.
Sense a known wishper
that never heard.
Yes,
We weave millions dreams
and believed.
Which are made up of
beautiful lie.

— The End —