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Oct 16
Can we lay still and idle,
can we lay as close as possible.
Can our hands be intertwined
and our minds synchronized.
Do nothing, say nothing.
I think it just might cure me.
The clock stopped ticking
and the wind stopped blowing.
As you tighten your grip
i let myself slip,
slip into sleep.
Where i dream about
you and me,
taciturn and tranquil.
aAr
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aAr  18/F/Kerala
(18/F/Kerala)   
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