They asked me,
"How much does he love you?"

And I replied,
"I am a new born
and
He is my mom"

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I despise what Sunday night brings

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You are my favourite poem that
I choose to re-read always
And my favourite colour that I pick
To mark my textbooks

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Somewhere,
In the hustle of city lights,
I long
To lean on your shoulder,
And listen to the poems
You wrote of me, Flo

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One day the words inside you will rebloom.
And your heart will again be
the harbour of bees and dragonflies

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The twinkling of the stars seemed brighter
And the breeze flowing added
a tinge of cold and warmth to it
The white night flowers bloomed
Wider to receive the moonlight
Oh! Even the nature reciprocated
My heartbeating.

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I hide the weariness wanting me
To melt into one of them

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I realised what love was
When the thought of
Not being with you,
Made me miss you
Even when I was next
To you

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Please let me pass on
The frequency of your heartbeat
Into my heart

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I can't explain it!
The urge.
The thirst and hunger.
Every need comes to me
When I see an ethereal picture
So I could write my poems
On it
And blend two beauties into one

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