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Nov 2020
She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies

Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light

Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***

We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child

She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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