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Here my writing ends, as he too left her.
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Do you not miss without a gap, yes i do miss every second, "who can take eyes off from you even for a second", my dear bangaram. Missing you alot toda..
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Every saturday she makes biryani, and asks him you want me to feed you,then he replied a big No, what? She sits in her balcony with her son playingfor..
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Every weekend sunday night his thoughts goes over herseeing her what she is doing, he ironing his clothes,getting ready for a shave, arranging shirts ..
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A kiss with his warm lips on her chest,with a whisper to her dont let that sound comeIts a signature to sign off the wedding altar papersIts a memory ..
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Boy - should look like him, and some features like his grand father, height as in paternal great grand father and walk style like him, talk and write ..
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A sleeveless dark green sweater with white collar full sleeves shirt, hepasses by her as she stands in the hall way, touching her aura and scentShe me..
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She dreams in her core not in wonder land
She makes her Dreams come true neither like Alice
She fears not to hurt anyone so he she goes to her c..
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One like him
One like his sis
Both she dreamed of to give birth to
In this world to give love and peace
Of their roots the shiva and parvathy
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My memories are my treasures.
Like a girl he treats me
Like a lady he Carrie’s me to the unknown woods
Like a woman he dreams of kids tha..
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