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Apr 2017
Down on her I descend,
To kiss her pain away,
Slurping her tears...

Then I climb down more,
I kiss life inside heart,
Slurping her grief...

Further down the valley,
Bringing fire to that rift,
Slurping her pleasure...
My HP Poem #1491
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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