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Oct 2013
Those raised eyebrows
those drunken eyes
I remember.

pitch dark black sky
that starry night
I remember.

That unconscious smile
that free heart
I remember.

That stoner...That drunkard
that soul stealer
I remember.

That cold hands with warmth
that warm heart with coldness
I remember.

His intuition...His passion
I remember.

His love...His story
I remember.
sneha mundari
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