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Jul 2020
My heart skipped a beat
The day she said we meet
I wore a shirt so white
Just to make her hold me tight
For I know what she likes
A thousand magnificent flying kites

For hours we talked
For miles we walked
Remembering those days
Finding more ways
To rekindle the fire
Until she called me a liar

That's how it ended
True love 'twas indeed ?
First love is always bitter-sweet I guess!
Written by
Dinesh Padisetti  27/M/India
(27/M/India)   
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