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Dec 2018
It was a fiercy night,
When we met.
Sitting at our home,
On the couch of net.
He was amazing,
I was awesome,
And the flower of our love
started to blossom.
He was excited,
and I was bit shy.
He held my hand ,
and asked could.....I.
That was a time, now
faded and old
But the memories of
that night
Would love to treasure
       as gold.
Written by
Pallavi  36/F/India
(36/F/India)   
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