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Nov 2017
Standing in forecastle at harbor, I waited for you,
But you strolled at the Cornish, like you never knew,

Storms hit hard but I held my peace,
Till no longer could I contain, that it drowned my ship.

Now you gazed upon, but Iā€™m far gone,
What made you vanished all this long?

(22:55)
Aeshish
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Aeshish  22/M/Delhi
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