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Ongoing, First published Jan 05, 2020
My Imagination

She's a girl from our hood;
A girl from a perfect mould;
Can't be matched with any other gender being'
She stands still to capture her glance, 
In a skirt that 'closes' her thighs!
She smiled looking at my side; slowly and left behind her pleasant smell,
I smiled back hoping for more; but all I could see is her back,
Her hips were swinging; thought of my childhood,
Her thighs were imaginary; thought of magnifying 
After all I blamed myself for not saying a word or standing up!

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