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Poem

Vasant Abaji Dahake

Eyes

A night like opium
when the moonlight moans through the water,
that’s how your eyes

brim over my face.

EYES

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Eyes

A night like opium
when the moonlight moans through the water,
that’s how your eyes

brim over my face.

Eyes

A night like opium
when the moonlight moans through the water,
that’s how your eyes

brim over my face.
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