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In the aftermath of love's lost fight, We search for sparks in the dead of night. Drawn to the wrong, in a frantic chase, Blind to the truth, we miss the grace. We seek the heat that once felt true, But find ourselves lost in shades of blue. Attraction’s a trick, a fleeting flame, We choose the wrong in love's cruel game. @words__of__manju

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