Come, love hurricane.

-şhreyarathi

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Love is turning more
into the warring ages.

-şhreyarathi

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without the movements
of restless fingers, exploring;
without the exerts between
affectionately entwined four legs;
Warmth can also be the whispers,
savoured between the buds
of four intimate ears

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Where will this heartache lead us?

-şhreyarathi

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If you cramp with my style,
there'll be hell to pay, Romeo.

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I shall be
loving you more,
for greater
heartbreaks and
a spoiler self.

-şhreyarathi

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Giantly exaggerated
hugs is all that it takes.

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Memories that won't be...
That can't be forgotten...

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A thin mist of sadness hangs
still over his happy skies.

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Swaying
to affection,
blooming into
love,
the flowers of
ten thousand
homes.

-şhreyarathi

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