How

By Amey Vikrama Singh

Broken but torn,

Love still thorns,

Aquaint yet adverse,

Bliss and autumn,

Moon with sun,

World and me,

Logic and love,

Never possible,

You and me really?

How?

By Amey Vikrama Singh

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