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Written by M.D. AZIZUL HUQ

Water comes to the eyes. She loves me, too. Sorrow is flowing non-stop day and night. He falls innocently. The color they are is white salty taste and bitterness. The sea will dry up my only fear. She is not ashamed seen repeatedly. Drop anytime He has no knowledge of time. He falls even while hiding The heart is in the wilderness. Fear just knows when life suffocates. How many can be deleted Corrosion in the corner of the eye. I know why tears either so ruthless.

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