I wish
you could see,
how I sleep
wishing for you...
Wishing for the time,
I defied
elementary math
(my childhood and mortal enemy),
and in liplock
could I swear,
that one and one
add up to one...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(20/4/2007)
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