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IncholPoem Jan 10
Look at my  
eyes    and
its   hidden
trusty   habits.


  No need  to
ask  rabbit.


Your   tuition   and
school  going  days
are  not still
  over.

One  day   i  have  to
talk   with  your
shadow's  moving  area
at  day  time.


Look  at   my  feet's
  motionless  movements.

Surely  you  have  to
find out  the
frequent  frequencies
of  true  romantic  sense.

— The End —