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Jun 2015
love that nice girl
skin dark wild
pink lips when curl
look like child.

can't just move eyes
cast them long
feel like hope rise
fill with song.

when runs fawn feet
winds soar wing
hear then love beat
soft tune sing.

she's that girl
core rich wine
hair with dark curl
mind gold mine.
#four-letter-word
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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