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A Memory
-Apurav Mahajan
your body like an apple in between my arms, a sweet apple, the sweetest apple held close to my heart, that means, my lips
your lips untainted beneath my fingers
it's a memory now
of two feet pressing against each other like rose flowers that grow close to each other
i will not prove a point this time
only a tender red engulfing you and me.
Apurav Mahajan
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I am a third year undergraduate student at the Department of Anthropology, Panjab University, Chandigarh. I am interested in writing in general and poetry in particular.
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