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Jan 2015
I glide past your window,
looking in.
I caress your clothes
hung out to dry.
I tickle your curls
as you walk past.
I mop up all your bouquet.
I embrace you in the early morning cold,
giving you goosebumps.
I enter you through your pores
into your very being.
Now I am you...
anilkumar parat
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anilkumar parat  61/M/Kerala, India
(61/M/Kerala, India)   
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