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Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
Dripping
from the neck
to your collarbones
the sweat on your skin
meets your musky perfume
and leaves a scent
which makes my heart
run like a mad man.
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
"And her lips
were made of cigarettes
that touched mine
and turned us into smoke."
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
"And her smile
was made of flowers that
united the lovers
comforted the dead
and
grew on my heart."
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
Unbutton the love
that's choking
your neck.
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
Never too late, for love.
Never too late, for home.
Breathe. Love. Repeat.
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
"And her eyes were
made of dreams
that don't let you
sleep at night."
Kartikeya Jain Feb 2018
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
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