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Its like long winter
Its like long winter
Its like covered coffin
Am unable to pen any word since long
My pen is getting dried
But which all came, stored ...
I didn’t give it up at all
All stored on the tip of the pen
I am waiting for you My wet ink...
I wish to pour into my Hard cell Pen
My tip is getting dried
My tip is thirsty...
To write again...
Its like covered coffin
Am unable to pen any word since long
My pen is getting dried
But which all came, stored ...
I didn’t give it up at all
All stored on the tip of the pen
I am waiting for you My wet ink...
I wish to pour into my Hard cell Pen
My tip is getting dried
My tip is thirsty...
To write again...
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