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Jun 2015
A taste of her my body can't forget.
I dream of her at night's lonely hour.
Her image still in my mind is set.
Felt her body's surging power.

When I held her an infinity ago.
Time stopped, hanging on a narrow tether.
Her breath, in my body flowed.
We lost ourselves when we found each other.
Masoom Rahman
Written by
Masoom Rahman  America
(America)   
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