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Jan 2016
-a mind is well deciphered in silence as same as fingers decipher wetness of a ****.-

- how silently, silence enters my mind as same as his hand enters a wet ***** covering a pulsating **** -
this is a simile, both are truth but the ****** aspect is less touched while talks. indeed it'll be always.
Anand Prakasque
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Anand Prakasque  27/M/Bombay, India
(27/M/Bombay, India)   
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