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poetry

When I first met you,  you were  just another face,  another name.  Nothing more. But 3 years later,  yours is the only  face I care  to look for,  the only name  that slips off my tongue  and lips  with a smile. And  everything more. 27/7/2014 P.S: Once again, for World Poetry Day. Haven't written anything new for a very long time, this in...

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