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Nov 2015
On your toes you stand,
On my shoulder is a hand,
The other is on my waist.

We find solace in the kiss,
We find the eternal bliss,
A never-ending love we share.

In your hair is lost my breath,
In your eyes be my life & death,
It is forever this love so rare.
My HP Poem #916
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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