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Mar 2018
I'd like to blame on the weather,
but actually it's your presence
that makes the air flammable
and my blood rush acts like a gasoline.
You are like a ball of searing fire that has my veins jumping out of my body.
If you are capable to make me feel something authentic
just by these simple and short occasions,
with you..
those little moments..
they aren't little...
When I'm with you, only you...
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imma
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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