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Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
My body missing my soul
Becoming fatal in your thoughts
Your hug can heal my wound
Howbeit distance tied us aloof
Ceaseless tears from my eyes
Making my vision blind
In captivity to express my love
Arising questions of exhortation
Will there be a day to devote
With you in this existence
Ending myself in your hands
Leaving my body with you my soul

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