His

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His laugh,
My favourite song,
His eyes,
My universe,
His nicknames,
A beautiful poetry,
His shoulder,
A home to cry in,
His hands,
Mine.
What happened?
His laugh,
Seemed wicked,
His eyes,
We're devil's,
His nicknames,
Sounded like insults,
His shoulders,
Too high,
His hands,
Fingerprints on my face,
Nothing happened,
It's just my brain,
Playing games with me,
Just like everyone else.
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-Krishna Parmar

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