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Àŧùl Feb 2017
A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.
My HP Poem #1450
©Atul Kaushal

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