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You came home late,
Why?
I asked,
You replied with your eyes,
I hugged you,
From the back,
You've not looked at me,
For three days,
Isn't that too much,
But it's fine,
As long as you come home,
To me,
I smell something different today,
From you,
You smile only when you're on your phone,
I wish you could smile for me,
My friends say,
They saw you with another girl,
I left them,
I know you'll not do that,
You wouldn't,
Would you?
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- Krishna Parmar
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Little Lit-fucks [Unfinished Forever]
Poetry[Here are some of the poems and snippets written by me. Every part is a standalone.] . "You were a priority I couldn't have." "I was a priority you wouldn't want." . "Finding you was a choice, Falling in love was my hell." . "Dedication; These are...