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Nov 2012
There is little to do
when I'm struck
by the sheer brilliance of it all;
there is no mystery to eternity,
no carnal creation of lust,
but only one human body
bestowed
upon a wandering mind.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
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