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Jan 2011
It is already late
The city is still covered with
a veil of thick fog
Two lives are just separatingΒ Β 
from an effusive knotted hug

The Sun is said to be lazy
A lively breeze is inciting
a fire,under the inertia
the body is aching
Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy
And my inside?
something thrilling is moving
The question I am hammered with
"What are you doing?"
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