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Jul 2015
Glowing constellations and powdered snow,
Fingers intwined under the cashmere blanket.

I promise, I swear, whispered over and over,
The broken record, near the crumbling bodies.
Their bodies are dead, but the promises their souls made reverberate through time.
Aparna
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Aparna  Chennai~Singapore
(Chennai~Singapore)   
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