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Aug 2018
Lately,
I’ve been called,
Unpredictable,
Erratic,
And, what not!

In my defense,
The only explanation,
I have,
My separation,
From you,
Makes me,
All that’s what not,
You know about me.

In short,
Don’t hold me at bay,
For I can’t stand,
This misery another day.
Written by
Vivek Raj  M/India
(M/India)   
297
   Semicolon
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