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May 2015
I want to make you feel
How I feel when I think of you,
What it takes to be in control,
And not die under the weight of the love
I carry for you,
That every cell in my being craves you more than oxygen,
That you are the earth to my moon,
The sun to my darkness,
So oblivious of your own beauty,
Blind to my suffering.
Ankit J Chheda
Written by
Ankit J Chheda  28/M/Mumbai
(28/M/Mumbai)   
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