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Feb 2018
There was something in the way she held back her curses,
In how fidgety she was despite pins and needles in her hands,
How she closed her eyes even though her heart was sinking,
And then suddenly lit up the room with childish laughter.
Spruha Dhamange
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Spruha Dhamange
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