Give me the original, not
a fake yes. The coins were rolling
back in deep well of abuses.
The politics of love was
yours. I was always a tutor of innocent
truths of life. Let's explore betrayal.
You were my religion. Taking
a bath in the lake of lies. Tell me
from where the light will come.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
'from the love
I entrusted
into, your once: forgiving hands'..
(came, that much anticipated: reply)
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