Death doesn't come in a single call
After endless calls
You'll be tired
You'll have no other option than living
As you get used to living
As you build your comfort zone
Death will come to break it
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When Heart Talks... || Poetry ||
Poetry" Human is the one who wears his heart on sleeve, society is the one which cuts the hand off" A poetry collection from a human, who lost love, by mistake, but even if there's a chance to get it back, she won't take it.... The speciality of the poem...
