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Sai Meghana

Abstract

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Sai Meghana

Abstract

Chills

Chills

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On a winter morning 

I sit by the window 

And blow hot air into my palms 


Oh how I wish

I hadn't pulled it out -

My cold and puny hand

Cocooned between the soft palms of your warm hands  


Oh how I wish 

I hadn't pulled it out.


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