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Oct 2012
Those squiggly tresses adorned by bluebells,
are dark serpents in prowl or just an illusion of my mind?
*they slither over my chest,torso, and downwards-
asΒ Β in progression you kiss, hell bent to transport me to bliss!
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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