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Vachaspathi Aug 2017
Unheard
The limitless times I try
The countless moments you die
A million instants I cry
I never wondered to ask why
No matter how many number of times I plant a rose on your grave, it keeps whithering implying that the good old times will never be back.
#unheard #love #death #goodoldtimes
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