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Mar 31
She stood under the rain
Strands of wet hair
Covering most of her face.
Except those eyes,
Ahhh the eyes
That make everything else
Go blind.

Especially the fact
That I had an umbrella by my side.
Ayan Roy
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Ayan Roy  19/M
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