IMAGINATIONS
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This poem may suit all those lovers who always keep dreaming and imagining about the one they love too much but cant have him or her for the reasons best known to god. The best part of "IMAGINATIONS" is that you can imagine anything or anyone. This poem for all those lovers who can only imagine and trying to make it a reality. :)
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