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Nov 2019
In the morning,
When I wake up,
I go to brush my teeth.

And there I see you in the mirror,
Twinkling within my eyes,
As hangover of the dream last night.

I fall in love still again,
When I remember you,
In the morning yet again.
My HP Poem #1807
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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