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Jun 8
At a fingertip’s distance, between you and me,
I met you somewhere upon this vast, turning globe.
With your bewitching gaze — I swear, I am in love.
But no, let it be, if your heart knows no bounds.
Come, meet me in the hub of my soul, where I dwell,
And see why I write, why I live, and why I long to be eternal.
Written by
Bhadra
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