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Mar 2015
The breeze wanted to touch her hair.
The waves wanted to kiss her feet.
The sun wanted to steal her glow.
The flowers wanted to watch her smile.
The birds wanted to listen her sing.
And then, he said, "sorry, she is all mine."
How possessive can one get?
Soumya Inavilli
Written by
Soumya Inavilli  India
(India)   
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     Hardhik Mallipeddi
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