she

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Someone asked me to write something

I took paper and pen for writing When I start to write,

I start dreaming of her In my dream I see her How she smiles at me

How she plays with her hair

Her eyes are like deep ocean I feel like dying in her eyes

But her smiles bring healing Whenever I see it,

I feel better Her voice, so much sweet,

it’s like I’m getting diabetes

Her presence is intoxicating,

The more I see her, the more I get addicted to her

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