She hides pain in her veins,
An epitome of insane sanity.
She is who lovingly hates
And smiles in her melancholy.
She is only ‘she’ for whom my heart beats.
She was my love but parallel like shores
That never meet.
She was in deep grief fell from a twig
From a tree of love in an endearing land,
Decimated by the will of the fate.
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