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Mar 2016
Touching her is even more pleasant than touching
fresh petals of rose.
I want to know about
Me what she knows.
When she holds my hand
My feet are above the land.
Hers eyes, her eyes, HER EYES!
The place where my happiness lies.
Srijita Gupta
Written by
Srijita Gupta  Kolkata, India
(Kolkata, India)   
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