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Nov 2016
I was drawn to him,
      Like Icarus to the Sun.

In and around his every whim,
        My feet nimble as I run.
    
His eyes, a shade of sad blue,
         Ever so charming and fickle.

My heart without a slightest clue,
          Grew fonder little by little.

But every wave that struck the shore,
    Took you far, far away.

What I would give to keep you in store,
   I would give it all away.
pragya santani
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pragya santani  assam
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