.
.
.
The mole under his lower lip,
It attracts me,
I try to kiss it,
I took a step forward,
Closer,
More closer,
My foot was on his,
Circling my arms around his neck,
I try to kiss it,
He was melting,
Into thin air,
Part by part,
Inch by inch,
I grabbed his shirt,
I wailed,
It was of no use,
He vanished,
I got up all of a sudden,
The memory still haunts me,
I'm of no use,
I'm useless,
I laid down again,
It was thirteen years ago,
I'm worthless.
.
.
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-Krishna Parmar
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Little Lit-fucks [Unfinished Forever]
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