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Apr 2022
I don’t know how it is I miss
These lips I’ve never known
The mouth I yearn to kiss
And arms that caress my flesh & bone

The time is at a stand still
My heart is next in line
And so I ask this against my will
What must I do to make you mine
pragya santani
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pragya santani  assam
(assam)   
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