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Jan 10
Look at my  
eyes    and
its   hidden
trusty   habits.


  No need  to
ask  rabbit.


Your   tuition   and
school  going  days
are  not still
  over.

One  day   i  have  to
talk   with  your
shadow's  moving  area
at  day  time.


Look  at   my  feet's
  motionless  movements.

Surely  you  have  to
find out  the
frequent  frequencies
of  true  romantic  sense.
Written by
IncholPoem
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