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Sep 2014
You exist in my fabric of imagination.
My every cell throbs for your presence.
My fingers long for partners to intertwine with.
My mouth opens up till the poison air drinks it dry.

Shalini Nayar
© 2005
Shalini Nayar
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Shalini Nayar
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   Jeremy Bean
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