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Mar 2017
That single touch
Supplies electricity through my body
Without any bill
That alluring smile
Makes me fall in anesthesia
Without any pill
That vehement voice
Oh! What do i need my love
Not even a will !
Prathipa Nair
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Prathipa Nair
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