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The nose is hanging on my lips, eyes scream and eat my ears to the tragedy of this white-white colour. The whiskers turn pale and stretch.

2. Wedding

A scope of wearing white; hamper the black muscled cove.

3. Coffee

It is not it. Milk white, coffee-auburn.
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Poems

Guntaj Arora

1. My Painting

The nose is hanging on my lips, eyes scream and eat my ears to the tragedy of this white-white colour. The whiskers turn pale and stretch.

2. Wedding

A scope of wearing white; hamper the black muscled cove.

3. Coffee

It is not it. Milk white, coffee-auburn.