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She ran away
From
The demons
In her
Just
To be
Enveloped
In
Your
Embrace
Long
Enough to
Make
You realise
That
you were
her
Seraphic  grace.
When i
Look
Within
The depths
Of
My heart
I see
A
Clumsy me
Craving for
A celestial
Being
Who
Is nothing
But a
Hallucination
It
Would
Be
Too
Less
If i
Say
You get
Me
Quavering
In the knees
But
To be
Precise
And
Forthright
You
Make me
Forget
If i
Have
Knees
At all
I
Express
My gratitude
Towards
This
Dacoity
With
Utter
Earnestness

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