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Aug 2014
Rainy days n broken sighs
Sweet deceit
Lace my dreams
Bird of prey
State of rare
Anticipation
Fills my day
Creme brulee
My Barrett
You stole
Black n blue
In a loom
Spiral wave
On a rage
You swore
Your embrace
My solace
Tight assuage
We move
Maria Tom
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Maria Tom  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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