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I have been having
Much more recurrent dreams of you
And your honeyed words
Lately, Krishna.

In them you're not a God
Just a charmer
Who whispers sweet nothings
In my ears
And I blush like a lovelorn teenager.

The same dream
Over and over again
Each night
Each day

You must be missing me too.

You must have read my poetry.

Oh, how they say
The pen is mightier than the sword.

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