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Feb 2020
Three words came at me,
Banging my door like crazy.

I open, and see,
'Hey. You. Free?'
Standing in desperation,
Questioning my availability.
Smelling like they skinny dipped
In a pool of alcohol & jealousy.
Old lovers, coming again and again.
Is my happy lone soul bothering you?
Varsha K
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Varsha K  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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