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Sep 2018
We were under that tree
Where you caressed my hair free
Where you touched my lips slowly
And traced the outline deeply
I still hold that memory
It's embedded somewhere deep
Oh my love
I long for you
Come back to me.
-LN
Written by
Lekha Nath  17/F
(17/F)   
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