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Jan 2015
There she stood,
a few metres apart.
Confused, tired, done.
yet trying to stop me,
one last time,
Oblivious.

**Some metres are measured in miles.
I'd die without you,
I'd rather die.

You'll find many to complement you. I promise, so be happy.
slew
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slew  Ranikhet
(Ranikhet)   
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