Beneath the crowd of the doubts ,
Underneath the shroud of abouts,
She walked in .
Helping me ,
Teasing me,
Reading me,
Out of those familiar faces,
Aroused that ideal phase.
Beneath the crowd of the doubts ,
Underneath the shroud of abouts,
She portend over,
To hang over,
To hand over,
To walk over,
Out of those insignificant figures ,
I caught my triggers in natural features…

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