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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Perfect Stranger

He was a perfect stranger
raked up my curiosity,
peeked into my world,
some here, some there....
left some clues,
wanting me to play treasure hunt.
I was the curious cat,
played along with virtue,
left things untouched,
but gazing at it all the time,
eventually played along.
No one knows what went wrong.....
I am still a curious cat....
And, he is a perfect stranger!!!

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