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Is it weird that I am craving for love? Not any other love, but yours? How could our love, the only burning flame in the dark, die just like that? The ghouls inside of me descend with one touch of yours I remember the light that shone on his face On the Tuesday morning – carrying a blue haversack walking out of the subway.                                                                                                                              He had a haircut, the style akin to one of which a school boy He smirked when I reminded him of how beautiful he looked Walking along the busy street hand in hand, he stared His stare, was enough to rip that beasts inside of me I thought to myself, How I adored that hairstyle How I adored the smirks he gives when I remind him how beguiling he is He is beautiful The way he smiles when he looks at me The way his elbow always hit my shoulders when we walk The way he runs his hand through his hair The way his shoes always complements his shirt I’m trying I’m holding on to the last moment we had I remember, on the Tuesday morning, he walked out of the subway How perfectly our fingers were intertwined when we walked He stared, And  said “I love you till the end” – how ironic
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Last Morning
Is it weird that I am craving for love? Not any other love, but yours? How could our love, the only burning flame in the dark, die just like that? The ghouls inside of me descend with one touch of yours I remember the light that shone on his face On the Tuesday morning – carrying a blue haversack walking out of the subway.                                                                                                                              He had a haircut, the style akin to one of which a school boy He smirked when I reminded him of how beautiful he looked Walking along the busy street hand in hand, he stared His stare, was enough to rip that beasts inside of me I thought to myself, How I adored that hairstyle How I adored the smirks he gives when I remind him how beguiling he is He is beautiful The way he smiles when he looks at me The way his elbow always hit my shoulders when we walk The way he runs his hand through his hair The way his shoes always complements his shirt I’m trying I’m holding on to the last moment we had I remember, on the Tuesday morning, he walked out of the subway How perfectly our fingers were intertwined when we walked He stared, And  said “I love you till the end” – how ironic
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
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