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Jun 2013
Come oh near.
Oh sweet dear.
Don't you fear.

Going through this journey we smile.
As we pass by each and every mile.
In my boxed bed you and me lie.
Buried at distance from any lie.
Bloodless are our pale bodies.
In night we crave for blood.
We rise from our slumber.
My HP Poem #304
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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