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Jun 2019
He knows too much about me
I don't know how....
he was only a stranger
he knew my wounds,
and he made 'em scars
Is it that I'm grateful?
he was there, with me,
all this while
but I'm afraid, since we met
he looks at me, so sweet his scent
when he's soft, I'm okay
he pulls me closer, I'm afraid....
Preeti Karnwal
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Preeti Karnwal  15/F/India
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