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Jul 2019
Her
You are the honey that dances in the rain,
Iā€™m like a deer drenched and withering in pain,
In my veins is your blood, in my pulse is your voice,
Oh my love, in your shoulders, a few moments of time,
If I get to be by myself, I would be like a fish on the ground.
Shashishekhar
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Shashishekhar  36/M/India
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