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June 29, 2013

062813

my love is not a lemon
- can’t press it till it flows
my love is not a violet
my love is not a rose

my heart is not a chocolate drop
that melts on curling tongues
you may have a voice
- doesn't mean that i'm unsung.
Posted by Swadhi at 5:13 AM
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Labels: communication, feminism, life, love

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