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Apr 2020
I am not crazy for her smile
or that small elusive little dimple
Its her careless laughter that drives
me crazy and my intentions for her are as
simple.
I don't know why they look for perfection
in her when i love all her imperfections or when she
is being a total mess.
Her long pointed colored nails catch attention
of everyone but i love it when she bites them
in nervousness.
I find her cute and they call her hot
perhaps i love her for everything she is not.

I ain't a morning person, but i get up early just to
see her partially opened eyes and her messy hair.
I find myself redeemed by her presence and
the way she calms my world just by being there.
This is for most careless girl i have ever met
Vishal Rai
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Vishal Rai
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