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Dec 2019
Every night you come to my dreams,
You come to my dreams and whisper,
Whisper sweet little nothings you do,
You do it to me all the time, oh Jenny,
Jenny, you're so beautiful and pure,
A purity expands from my memories,
Emanate from my sleep does your purity.
My HP Poem #1815
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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