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Apr 2014
Those marks on your skin is the proof of existence of my love, its not invisible at least like words coming out from your heart.
Where are you?
Am tired of searching you.
Those dreams in my sleep is the proof of your existence being true,but why can't I see you?
Am tired of searching your love.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
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