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Jun 2014
He owes me a call
He owes me a gift
He owes me a heart that never shifts
He owes me a day
He shouldn't have made me sway
Its too late to reach back home
I think I have lost my way
He owes me the tears I have shed
He owes me the sleepless turns in my bed
He owes me feelings of jealousy
Though just a small touch makes me feel so giddy
Though I have forgotten all his promises
There is one that will remain in me
He owes me a love story
A story that bonds him and Me.
Aishwarya Mohan
Written by
Aishwarya Mohan  Chennai
(Chennai)   
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