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By Tanuja Mehta I was lost in the depth of talks, Until she sat next to me in her frilled frock. She was unaware of the flaunts she made, Sitting quietly provoked me to gaze. Thinking of her made me so calm That I forgot all world’s harm. When our eyes

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Shreya Dutta

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