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we were holding up on the bustop
for our bus to take us home.
tired and exhausted of the striking sun.
he laid his head on my shoulders.

that day if you told me,
'i want to see a zoo'
I would've given you
a free trip to my abdomen.
felt something different this time, new.

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"have you ever wept for someone",
they said.
"i just didn't wanted to waste 'em"
replied i.

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the only fleur i peered
in the darkest of my mares.
the finest sculpture of
almighty, thou graved.
felt the fling in my heart,
the moment our eyes met.
never could script in words,
those feelings I felt that day.
i knew it felt perfect in every way,
Felt like fitting pieces
joining the heart's rhythm of wave.
He was the one, his eyes said,
Oh not him!
He thought he won't be enough
And i knew he meant everything.
That is how the story began.— % &

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I'm a type to-

Hug my knees in a corner
And say, "I'm alright"— % &I'm a type to-

Speak a million things in my head
And be all silent with words— % &I'm a type to-

Wanting to cry so much
And not be able to shed any drop— % &I'm a type to-

Write a million poems
Prescribe my own problems— % &

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