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Mar 17
Every drop of your sweat
is like the nectar of flowers.

But you are not a flower—
you are sweeter and more beautiful than that.

And I am not a bee,
for they taste nectar from every other flower.

I am yours alone,
devoted to no other.

Let me taste your nectar
and make me only yours.
Digital Melancholy
Written by
Digital Melancholy  34/M/Bangladesh
(34/M/Bangladesh)   
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   Sarayu and Mary Huxley
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