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Àŧùl Apr 2016
Oh, the colour and shape,
I observed this morning,
Oh, the eyes I prize the most.

Just having been woken up,
Hue of almond colour,
Just shaped like almond.

And the eyes belong to myself only.
My HP Poem #1056
©Atul Kaushal
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
Losing lovers,
Losing friends,
Losing everything I am.

How do I exist independently?


F.Z.**N

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