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Sep 2014
Walking down the valley I saw her,
With her smile so vibrant I could see Eternity,
Each-when I hid behind a tree, It's like I need to see her, touch or kiss her,
But she was  untouchable nor untouchable.
Written by
Ivan Juls Arellano  Iloilo
(Iloilo)   
305
   Sanam ojha
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