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Aug 2015
I just want to feel enough.
That when my hair is in a mess,
When I've smeared eyeliner all over,
And that I've scratched fingernail polish,
When I'm stammering apologies even for the things I've not done.

Not yet, you'll tell me to hush-

That all of my imperfections were sketched, destined and fated to be perfectly loved by you.
You're the star in someone's sky.
Shysta
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Shysta  Delhi
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