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falling in with the wrong crowd. (Free verse) by richa

The heart does not stop, when we stop listening to its beat, nor thoughts of the travelling man, though a diamond may cut his windscreen with light and for a moment take the pole of his gaze like a magnet.

god'swife 23-Oct-03/12:38 PM
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