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Sep 2015
Your kiss was suddenly wet
As a fresh drop in summer
Dripping within me.
That the crowd couldn't see
It was so fleeting.
You weren't in shame
Rather were beaming.
I had my questions
You receded waving up and down.
Wanting  to run to catch you
I was tied in the dream.
Written by
M V Jayan
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