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Being a writer,

he has arrayed her in his pen,

nibbling the love from her contour 

And being his staunch lover,

she had rendered her everything 

on paper for romance 

without bothering for blemish,

knowing that writer in her had already submitted soul for love 

And the cruel society would never allow mingling for union.

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