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The Privileged Wind

Krithika Bharath

The Privilege Wind 
The Privileged Wind Accompanied Him Every Time To Leave Me Transfixed..
Damn ! The Gargon's Coiffure..
I Stood Getting Stoned Of His Blood In Sapphire !!
 
And Now I Know How I Always Felt The Happiness Of Noshing Gallons Of Ice creams In The Halcyon  Drizzles....

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