AKSHAT VICHAAR
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Sunday, 24 November 2019
Renascence
Make me love once
again,
The way you made me do,
Be a comfort for my tired eyes,
That await to sparkle on your sight.
Pour on me the way the skies do,
And trickle down my face slowly.
Make your way to my parched lips,
That lust to be wet by you.
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