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Crispy Age Bites

By Namratha Gantayat

Never to do away with the crispy age bites

But to do a way unjust

The quivery locks entangles

As melody encircles in maroons

Over her square still, brushes He

Her waist overgrows

Paving way to melancholy glee

Finding solace in her tranquil eyes

A sober moron as maketh She

To a woman more wise

And festooned be.

By Namratha Gantayat

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