Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the nightlife. You tell me this is right where it begins. But your lips hang heavy underneath me. And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me. I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go. Is there somewhere you can meet me? 'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings. And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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