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Mar 2016
She sits there on the verandha
her kitty pausing for some occasional mews
she had pale blunt eyes
long unknown odor of thoughts
She speaks else
She sees else

Everyday
there is his solitary lady..
I see I pass...
Arvind Krish
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Arvind Krish  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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