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Feb 2014
Humming all the sad songs
In this forest of white
I saunter through slowly
Reminded of blue, or green,
Maybe grey
Depended on the day
Melancholy coos
Dying to escape from
Crimson lips that
Smile
Only for you
AapkiHamesha
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AapkiHamesha
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