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Like the wine we sipped Moments before, Just moments before, Her raven hair lay spilled Across my silken pillows The shade of pearls; And again, and again, I ran my hands through them; Our madnesses intertwined, Like creepers and slithery serpents On mons

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Sreesha Divakaran

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