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Supratim Dhar

Updated: Thu, 14 Mar 2019 08:20 pm

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I love to read and starting to write a little bit.

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Game of Love Ever felt your heart ripped out from your chest? Or, been on the other side of the quest? Take the machine out, have a look? Bloods should have been there, but it wasn't when I looked. Just before going to sleep, I saw your face A photo in your clips, on my chest. Turned every sweet taste to ashes? Oh dear friend, you lost the war of love; It was always a game; but you batted at the dark end. Ever poured your heart? Drank the thick wine it emptied? Sweet as sour was it not? It was the taste of your own love. Brother have faith in yourself, because you are doomed; The taste of defeat is at your feet, the life isn't going to sing you a lullaby.

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