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Aug 2017
She was ****** into a bubble
when he held her hand
it was his instant reaction
When she was about to fall

He held her hand
to make her walk,
to help her climb,
to stroll her down the pavement

She felt safe,
safe again!

Slowly her skin absorbed
the warmth of his hand
Blood gushed all over her
with no signs of maturity

Bumps on the road
turned into Goosebumps
Without her knowing,
her seventy slithered to
seventeen

The moment was seized and
she was pleased!

Her wisdom and stature
grew in love and longings
the hint of skin
blossomed her inner kin

Bubbles meeting bubbles!
Anitha Panicker
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Anitha Panicker
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