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3d
In the echoes of love untold,
The very heart I kept her hold,
Burned and ripped apart, my soul,
I shall sit and request my tears to fold.

She's not coming back, I know, I do,
I choose waiting, that's surely true,
The love I once had, so divine,
Oh, I'm dying to call her, "MINE".
Still waiting… even when I know she won’t return.
Shiva Chauhan
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Shiva Chauhan  19/M/India
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