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Aug 11
I slipped like a shoe from Cinderella,
But he caught my hand.
I was capturing his sight in my eyes,
But was dumbfounded,
When he embraced me in his arms.
Dream, was what I thought,
Cause there were no camera,
To capture this ongoing drama.
What will be next, “a kiss”!!!!
Well, probably not or,
Did he actually miss?
“Are you okay?”, his voice gushed like a sweet air,
My senses got hit & I stood up.
“Yes”, I gestured.
“Well, would you be kind enough to let me go?”, he smirked.
Daniel Jackson
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Daniel Jackson  27/F/Nepal
(27/F/Nepal)   
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