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Jan 2019
In a   winter
after  mid-night
a  shrew  teenager
girl    fight
with    snow.


Sometimes    she
becomes   termagant
  also.


  One  day    a  flying
angel    did  met  her
at  night  sky.


"Which  type  of
woman   yo  want
to be  in  future"
-She   asked    ?

She  said
to  be   flirt
,  ***** and
*****  also.


While    being   a  *****
i  should  stay near
a  artificial  sweet  lake.
Written by
IncholPoem
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