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Feb 2014
i forgot
how your name
felt
on the tip
of my tongue
coating
the buds
that sense it's rhythm
like the
slow
gradual
drizzle
of honey.
maybe it never did
travesties
Written by
travesties  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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