You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar w — Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
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You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

— Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems
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