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From Childhood
You were there for me
You take forms for me
You became a toy
I hugged you
You became a diary
I write my feelings in you
You became a wall
You heard my cry
My Dear Pinky
When soulful people hurts me
Soul less you gives me comfort
My Dear Pinky.

Kavi

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