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Jun 2020
I am a dew.

I have few seconds to live.

I find no place to settle down before I disappear from your view for ever.

Please grant me permission to land on your soft rose petal like lips.

I want to end my life there after inhaling the fragrance of your
intoxicating breath.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
12
   Aparna
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