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A thin cush Love. Thank you.

None can  
Satiate him.  
None can ever match  
Him.  
None can even  
Earn like him.  
None can  
Even of his  
Skin.  
So riser came  
From desert just
For the water lily
It's feels so unnatural  
That  the same rydthm and a rider of  
Storms and  
Can't wait to see you soon as  
I possibly posted in  
In my walls.  
Men get jealous of him  
Women tend to fall for  
Him get there before  
Me.  
He gave me fruits  
Which were even  
Forbidden to see  
Them.  
All i have is  
Her her her.  
I miss the temple  
Musings And muse  
But mayhem may be created  
So i was torn back for it.  
Idiots take it as pride  
When I say you fail  
To be a patron Or saint like him.  
Kolkata has a air conditioning  
System.  
I'm sorry to  
Say that our Genesis  
Do not match  
If matched outcome  
Will be only snakes .
Written by Cen (Rakhi Rudra)
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