Know Love's Not Coming Again.
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Vishal Sharma
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Sometimes
it rains words,
hurts and crucifies,
has the power of ice;
Sometimes
it rains love,
makes you hallucinate,
and you volunteer to die;
Sometimes
it rains silence,
thunders inside,
is potent enough to slice;
Sometimes
it doesn't rain,
and you preserve the hurt,
know love's not coming again.
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