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Mar 31
If you ever find a measure of love, my dear,
Compare this world, my love for you would be heavier…
For me, the door of your heart is locked,
All the love I showed, you mocked.
Yet I was expecting a change in you,
And you ended up treating me just one among the few.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Written by
Sanji-Paul Arvind  45/M/India
(45/M/India)   
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