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That Yellow Attire
Quiet she was from the bottom of her heart,
I never knew what she hid inside…
I made a fool of self on my part,
Just being a manager and may be a guide,
She was the girl who I took a girl always…
Not knowing there was a woman in her.
All the years I knew her she had her own ways,
And on her own benchmarks she did deliver….
I dared not to touch upon her ever nor even ask,
...Friday 22nd March 2019 4:28 pm
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