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Feb 2017
Wishes run, hopes soar
and I just don't know
where to stop
when my being
wants to be held,
just someone
to be there
outside flesh and blood
blended into one being.

Hold me, hold me
please, sh...sh...
not a word at all.
Tulip Chowdhury
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Tulip Chowdhury  USA
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