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Feb 2013
All it takes is a gust
Of the whispering wind
To breathe life into the wanderlust
Slumbering within me.

I pull on my leather boots
And slip away at dawn.
Don’t look for me in the morning
For I will be long gone.
Written by
Madhumita  30/F
   Anndersen Fremin
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