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Jun 2023
I feel so hurt
as you pass me
without making eye contact

I feel injured
as you walk by me
without exchanging a word

Your silence and petty distance
Your space and this aloofness
leave me wounded

Your arrogance and faint grimace
Your coldness and callousness
pain me indeed
Imran Islam
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Imran Islam  30/M/πŸβœ“Lure Pot βœ“πŸ
(30/M/πŸβœ“Lure Pot βœ“πŸ)   
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