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Jan 2015
the clock struck twelve
and i dreamt of your lips
as i downed another lonely shot
aftertaste of last year's memories
filled with our future adventures
but it was then i opened my eyes
and realized it was just the alcohol and i
holls
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holls  22/F
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     Dreamer and Swathi eruvaram
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