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Nov 2014
We
It's late in the night,
But we kept awake talkin,
It was always comforting,
Knowing you are there,
My first thought in the morning,
My last though as I drift into sleep,
Always you,
Even now I'll catch myself thinking,
Of you,
And I miss the times,
When you were my first thought,
In the morning, and my last thought,
At night when I did not dream,
Because you were with me.
What little we did share is special to me.
Ankit J Chheda
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Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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