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Nov 2015
My arm becomes your pillow
My voice your music
My rhymes your lullabies
I tell to myself one last rhyme
But it takes atleast fifty for you to sleep
Swathi eruvaram
Written by
Swathi eruvaram  India
(India)   
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     ryn, ---, Pax and Raghu Menon
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