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Jan 2023
I remember the day I met you,
The time was half past nine.
You and your photogenic smile,
Made my heart fall out of line.

We talked until midnight,
Under the stars all old-style
The sunrise came to call you
And My heart was on the dial

All the poems that I wrote before
Were swayed by my whims
I wouldn’t fall for him, I swore
And now all my words belong to him
pragya santani
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pragya santani  assam
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