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Astha Priya

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Astha Priya

Abstract Fantasy Others

Rain Doesn't Muse Me Anymore

Rain Doesn't Muse Me Anymore

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It's raining

And like before

It doesn't muse me.

The occasional showers

Reminds me of our melody.

Ethereal notes

Whirling in our hands,

Our fingers,

Our lips,

Our languages,

Our bodies.

I remember our skin screwing

With manifest pleasure.



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