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The home which I build
In you thinking it will be still
With both of ours own will
But your words are too shrill
In back of my mind till
Thoughts are running wild
Taking devious side
Distance goes wide
In a short stride
It weakens the base
And then it's difficult to face
A little change
Makes it all hard to trace
And we reach at such painful phase
Memories trying to escape
But the moments shared
Get replayed in my head
Nothing seems ok ahead
Walls are shattered
As if nothing matters
My home is broken
Here I'm with injured soul
With dejected voice
Having no energy to be whole again!!!







   

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