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Swapna
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Wish I Could Say Something True, To Me … (1991)
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Fading (1996)
Eyes peered
forever,
at his
blooming rose;
but how
lonely
he feels;
for now,
petals,
they have
withered
away;
senses
fade, for
it hurts
otherwise…
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