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shekhar suman Sep 2014
This coquettish smile,
I splay every time,
Knowingly,
Unknowingly,
Is cold fire
Born out of
Rubbing thoughts.
Frozen I am,
Was, will be.
Grace Pickard Apr 2014
You, Sir, are clarity.
Yet your mind wanders aloof;
Sun, clear opacity
Gracie Pickard April 10, 2014

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