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Feb 2015
Passive
The oceans of snowdrifts
have laid at his porch
for a sleep.
He gives them a blanket
made from his kidness's feathears.
He believes
inside them
must be hidden somebody's heart.

18.02.2015
Catherinе
Written by
Catherinе
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   ---, --- and Muraleedharan Koluthappallil
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