Adhitya Dikav Poems

In New Year Eve we met.
Giving each other phone number that what we do.
Had a chat every night is our hobby.
Every weekend night we were on the phone
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You make me live
You give me spirt of live
You are the reason i'm happy and laugh
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In same pattern we used to walk
Holding each other
It seem you feel save with me
You hold me really tight
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Being betrayed
Being leave behind
Being forget
It´s a bit Pathetic i know
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