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there was a time
when it was easy
we sparked like fireflies
on summer nights
there was a time
when love was red
about a year ago
I was scared
and ran away
I thought you’d left
there was a time
for us
it’s always
we make love
to each other
all the time

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Posted on 10 February 20094 November 2014Author hgquinnCategories .. Sirf tere liye .., '09, drafts, poems, shikara

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