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Written by: Aniket
Two sugar cubes
and a lemon squeeze
No cinnamon or
you would sneeze
But there’s more to love
than to know one’s Tea
A tiny complexity
I over-looked to see
Our mid-night strolls
the times we kissed
The way we rolled
Will sure be missed
But a dying love
feels right to kill
and ours for sure
just fits the bill
So without the
its-not-you-its-me’s
lets let things go
and let things be
I have no regrets
leave a few
its time for me
to start a-new
(PS: Hope I never get to use this. 
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Ever since I took the red pill, life's been an ongoing mission to find out how deep this rabbit hole goes. I'm mostly harmless, unless... arrgh... unless you do THAT!