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Sep 2012
Your ankle bells sonorous, kama's weapons,
 **** my nights mercilessly, oh! doe of the mountains
I roll on my bed, hearing them clinking always
*come wearing them, let me relieve my pain, holding you in my arms.
They make such mesmerizing sound that sends me to a love trance..Cupid (Kama) uses them a lot as a secret weapon(you won't suspect a thing till you know what strikes...)
K Balachandran
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K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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