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Aug 29
I doubt you enchanted me through your eyes,
or inebriated with love potion in disguise,
Was it your elan that hit my nerves
Or the conversation we had fermented into addictive wine,
Maybe you are the sorcerer, performing tricks on the heart of mine.
Written by
Lahar Dhundhara  19/F
(19/F)   
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