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Feb 2018
meet her gaze and see
speckled pebbles in a cool brook, which glimmer and radiate
a thousand fleeting stars

I read manuscripts in the creased skin
Of her lips
I ache,

as the waves smooth glass
into soft, clouded,
infinite
anusha
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anusha  17/F
(17/F)   
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   Rohan P
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