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By Star of David Date: 2013 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2013.03.20.02.15.15595]] |
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when even the chillie scattered on top of a mango just sliced by the achcharu vendor tastes of you when the dancing flames of candles, flickering, bring to mind that dance of your eyes and the church bells (even church bells!) bring your voice back ringing, haunting, echoing can you blame me if I will not forget? |