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Nov 2013
you were here last night
like blood on white snow
the contrast couldn't pass
the melting couldn't last
the beauty was amassed
the tingling was so fast
when I woke you passed
a spirit never bound
a feeling not a sound
thrilling not yet found
my coldest sweat
your deepest eyes
my old regret
your softest sighs
snow crunches under foot
but blood melts sorrow
raptures that we took
standing on the morrow
ponny jo
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ponny jo
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   Md HUDA
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