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Anisha Khanna Poem
Kiss me on my last breath,
After that let me lurk to death ,
The times when the stars start speaking,
Hollow hearts don't know what they are seeking
Eventually the love runs dry,
River of truth turns into a lie,
In all this cruelty , living is tough,
No, id rather die than to live a life of bluff,
Empty be my body not my love.
Copyright © Anisha Khanna | Year Posted 2020
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