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Wanya Sinha

Updated: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 11:03 am

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I don't like to talk much about myself.

Of the lost love

I think of you As sleep avoids my eyes The best among my many lovers Yet the one that hurts the most My chest heaves in motion of continuous fall and rise Each breath coming out as a lamenting sigh Of the opportunities lost But most of all time The memories made and tainted Whose blood i try to wash with my tears But this pain forever unbeknownst to you remains Caused by none other than you and i

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Paul Sayer

Tue 21st Jul 2020 08:38

My gut was right!



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Paul Sayer

Mon 13th Jul 2020 16:53

Hi Medusa

How are you?

What a start.... I wish you a huge welcome to WOL Wanya.

I am looking forward to reading more from you.

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