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Apr 2020
My Own Dove
The world kept moving,
And cows continued mooing.
The sky changed colours,
But the moon remained discoloured.
It had been months,
And all I had heard were my own grunts.
I hadn't stopped complaining,
About my life's failings.
Like one where my romance wasn't returned,
The foolishness that I yearned.
But one night when I layed in bed,
With a quarantined head.
I realised all I needed was love.
To be my own dove.
It's 4 in the morning and my eyes are all red.
#dove
#love
#romance
#thoughts
#feelings
#yearn
#night
#selflove
#quarantine
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PS
18/F/India
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