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Oct 15
I stared into the deepness of his eyes
While he played his guitar,
I memorized every inch of his face.
Even as my eyes grew sore,
I battled the brightness of the phone,
To engulf him in every frame of my mind.
As the darkness of the night grew denser and denser,
I fell within every crevice of his lips.
Archana Durairaja
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Archana Durairaja
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