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Sep 2012
My reclusive muse,Β Β realized her fault,
seeing me unkempt and miserable, remorsefully, she melts:
" kept you desolate, my love, it hurts my heart,
you have been sincere, it's my fault"
*she kisses with pizzazz, filling me with blazing fire.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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