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Flames of Love
I played on the phonograph, some serenade,
I was listening to it, while I layed.
The serenade with my feelings created a fusion,
Then I stepped into the world of my delusion.
She was holding my hand tightly,
This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion.
Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion;
Soon flames lept on me,
To save myself i took out a shove,
But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.
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Eshaan Ansari
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