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In my very young age
I touched her heart between the breast
Try to fill her gap at my level best
Sometimes I found lust in her nest
Sometimes in a feeling Autumn Night
Sky covered with mystic moonlight
Days were wandering like a moving kite
I seemed she was out of sight
what next, what next!
I was writing so many meaningless text
Finding her without taking any rest
Sometimes I found lust in my chest
Now I lie down in her blessed
And what next... what next! !
I create too many poetic text
And sometimes I feel love In my chest
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