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Shloka

chants.
to invoke you.
laughter and giggles.
palms of my hand.
devotion.and spirits.
and love.lots of it.
brown.black.honey.
short.tiny.
i see the reflection of my dreams.
fluid movements.
life.
and a little poetry.
soft laughter.
and pitter-patter.

rain.pure dew.
on the yellow roof.
gliding wordlessly .
your violin.
rustic love.
a smile.
a nose.
and hands.
mine.
all mine.

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