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Sep 2017
Your walks
Toes that tiptoe
Of generations to bring
You are lost in crowd of thousands
You survive
You don't crash
Of laughs and ashes
Beds are cursed with sleep
I can't take my eyes off you, every time all time
You don't move me
You ***** me.
#yourlove
Shreya Pokharel
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Shreya Pokharel  Himalayas. Nepal
(Himalayas. Nepal)   
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