By Aniket Patil
Some say to love completely you should perish twice,
Died every day still I never suffice.
I loved the idea of love and then broke, wept, and hide
A heart made of porcelain fell all the time and was expected to clear the façade.
I have gathered these pieces in the light of Esperance,
Those efforts ushered me to suffer in silence.
By Aniket Patil
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