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Impressions
- Gurdit
- Feb 28, 2018
- 1 min read
You sit in that stance,
So comfortable in your skin,
Like there’s nothing you’ve to worry about;
I look at you,
Blood tickling under my skin,
Giving me a whole universe to worry about;
Yet coming to my rescue,
With opening doors and smiles,
Or just a constant look,
Causing everything around,
To look like a magical shrine.
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