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Earings

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal

When you slide your hands

Through my hair, you stumble

Across my ears, whose

Eagerly waiting to hear your

Voice, dewarded beautifully

With hangings so that your

Words wouldn’t hesitate

To enter my ears.

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal

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