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Jan 2016
how every smoke liberates one thought into something or, maybe a chain of musings took birth. -

-how every smoke fingers my mind, while I'm busy in fondling the tales.-

-how every smoke tingles the imagination, while you're busy tasting me in my head.-

-how every smoke thrills inside, while you are making love to my lungs.-
Anand Prakasque
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Anand Prakasque  27/M/Bombay, India
(27/M/Bombay, India)   
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