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Jul 2019
Oh, the lashes of my eye,
Oh lashes, that move away from each other.
Oh eyes, that are always separated.
Which is you? Which one is me?
Is the question that my heart ponders over.
The second that I realize the answer,
The moment is lost.
Written by
Shashishekhar  36/M/India
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