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Feb 2016
Words won't, time can't
Ever make it up;
For you are the one, I'd let into
My world of Solitude.

Sometimes, I do wonder
if it's you or my own image of you.
I don't want an answer.

When that song plays,
And that line I read,
Or a scene that moves me,
You'll cross my mind, always!
Coz you're my Soul friend
One part connected, two parts distant.
Happy birthday Contra
minceworth
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minceworth  Bangalore
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