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May 2013
There's an imaginary place called Heaven,

The day I die and you miss me then just follow me to the Heavens.

Where we won't die or suffer anymore,

It will be just you and me singing sweet soft songs of happiness.

Here we sit holding hands till eternity,

Without having to endure any pain much too heavy & harsh.
My HP Poem #207
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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