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Apr 2015
She ordered another drink
He was already high on her;
She sipped at her glass-
He drank in her charm, her tattoo, her careless beauty.
She made smoke rings
He inhaled the broken wisps
She left;
He served drink to the next customer.
Leena Bhattacharya
Written by
Leena Bhattacharya  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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