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1 poem·Since June 2016
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Tiny Love

June 15, 2016

You touched

my bones

and you

made my

summer

smell like

Champak.

 

We danced

in the 

sunlight,

we kissed

gaily

in the 

moonlight.

 

I bathed

in lakes

and you

turned my

white water

into 

red wine.

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