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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Red Shawl


We used to talk about our plans, hopes and The Dream,
But the chats became shorter, rarer as work reined supreme.
Oh! If only I had known.
The love I would have shown.
And I'd talk of something better than flavors of ice cream.
Posted by Ramya at 9:18 AM

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