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Dust to dust

We met for the first time in a tempo. We didn’t speak or anything; our eyes met, and that was it. Her curly hair so perfectly framed the broad cheeks that were covered by a surgical mask. Blue, I remember. It was blue; and mine was green. Dust to dust
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Subash Chapagain
Published at : May 13, 2018
Updated at : May 13, 2018 11:04


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