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Jun 2015
to feel your touch
upon my skin
is to have
the little
snatches
of happiness;

a cup of coffee
on a rainy day
the scent of apple pie
on Christmas morning
five extra minutes
on the clock
before the alarm rings

rush at me
all at once
Written by
Neha Nathani  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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