MERI SHALINI sounds homespun but i have given you my everything. Yes i have. I am listening to an old Spanish song and you are just like that song. I am lost, drowning, floating in this song and trying to understand. This song hits me instantly, reminds me of having those tipsy evenings with you that i want to live with you everyday. This crowd i just want, DRUNKEN NIGHT, YOU AND I only. Don't you like it? Okay, let's get little more homey. You sleeping on my lap , i am reciting a poetry from my book under the warmth of my favorite silky blanket in a dark room decorated with candles and your fragrance while playing with your hairs, warming your cold cheeks through my palm and breathing softly in your hairs. Notice where i become un-melodious- know when i turn soul-stirring. Hear me complimenting you gingerly- just know that i am still drifting into the same old Spanish song and if somewhere, i become fierce with my words, don't put finger on my lips, just ...
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