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May 4
hold this hand that longs for your touch
it is you that i want, is it too much?
make a melody using the drums that you beat,
for us to dance under lightning-met-night in secrecy

i want you to bleed my lips
and heal them with a perfect kiss
as a reminder for me to keep living
and then mark me with your bliss
This poem is part of my Campus Confessions poetry series.
Maanvinder Pilania
Written by
Maanvinder Pilania  19/M/India
(19/M/India)   
70
   Immortality
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